Le Lac Hotel
Travel Blogs from Fianarantsoa
Fianarantsoa (henceforth known as Fiana because I can't pronounce it!) was only an hour or so down the road so we had a leisurely morning before checking out and getting down to the Taxi brousse station. Once again, the first option was bursting at the seams and still loading but they were still willing to put us on board. As we balked a bit we were rescued by a bloke who guided us over to a ticket office. The tickets were 2000 MAD each. I ...
... such a local product!
Our progress south came to a halt when we rounded a winding mountain road to find a huge articulated lorry sprawled across the road in front of us. Traffic was waiting both sides of the blockage, so we reversed back to the last village which had advertised their special W.C. facilities for visitors.... and enjoyed the visit!
The toilets had been donated by the American nation ...
... in less than 2 hours (it's normally a 3 hour trip). Bags and bikes delivered to our rather plush hotel, we paid the driver the remainder of the fee. He then continued to argue with Richard, following us into the hotel, saying we owed him more money, and even saying he would go to the police! We eventually walked away from him, hoping we wouldn't come across him again. After that rather unpleasant episode it really was necessary to have 2 G and Ts ...
Up at 6.00 am to be ready to meet Valerie at the Cathedral at 6.30.
The town was waking and stalls being set up. We joined the well
dressed and made our way down the hill. Lovely bright clothes, and
the church bell tolling. Valerie arrived with her younger sister
Fleurette, Valerie in the lovely dress we had bought her for her
birthday, looking stunning. The rest of the family had stayed home
to prepare lunch - we had been invited.
... br> us in friendly welcoming smiles and no pressure to buy - except that
they wanted 'shirt'. Absolute hilarity when I filmed a teenage boy
dancing to the ringtone of our guide's cell phone and then playing
it back to him and all his siblings.
The next stop, the Aussie ladies were already there. Another very
poor roadside stall selling peanuts and peanut oil. They showed us
this amazing process ...
- Room service