Le Pavillon De L'Emyrne
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... necessity; change a little money to pay the driver! Get car loaded and off we go.
Reminds us of Denpasar or any other busy Asian city. There are buses, tour vehicles, taxi brousses, taxis, person pulled carts, oxen driven carts, motorcycles, bicycles, people and cars all on the road. There were stalls selling fruit, veggies, clothes, and all manner of things along the road.
It took us about an hour ...
... Razaf. He lives in Paris. He's the one that played the Monk tune on the final concert.
On the way home, we stopped for some fried chicken. Just two little pieces but very good. I slept long and hard and felt so grateful for my life and for the people who go with me on this trip and on all my trips every day. We are all in this life together and I know I keep saying how grateful I am, but it is true.
Thank you, thank you.
... certain, as so much of the natural environment has been degraded. There are 22 million people here and the island is rather small, so there has been a lot of deforestation and what remains of the forests, although protected, may need to be cleared to support the population if it grows any bigger. There are lots of gum trees here- they were introduced because they grow fast so they are a good source of timber- and also some bottle brush and other Australian natives. (Lots of gum ...
... before us!
Finally home, with all our bags intact, all exhausted and ready for bed – but what a great adventure!
Thanks to everyone for following this adventure! I think Connor is the most excited to be back home after nearly 4 weeks away (he missed his cat and his big bed!), and I have appreciated a good shower that I do not have to hold! But I think we are all a bit shell shocked by the Cape Town weather, after that blissful heat! Anyway - where to ...
After close to three hours Madagascar appeared beneath us in the middle of the emerald Indian Ocean and within a few minutes we were descending through the sparse clouds down to the runway. Antananarivo (or Tana to most people refer to it) had an airport that resembled a glorified shed, not an International Terminus. This also appeared to be its first visiting jet airliner this century, as a very manual operation to unload us and our ...