Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
... from California and several animal researchers who were also staying in the guesthouse. Scott was really the only other traveller and we got on well. Like me he appeared to only have a rough idea of where to go on the island. I had, since Fish Hoek changed my mind and my route twice already, and was now totally confused. Consequently I began to feel that only a visit to the Tourist Information HQ in the Centre Ville had a chance of sorting out ...
... We managed to cajole them onto the bus, still sobbing and howling and the security guards lifted the barrier to let us out of Akany.
Gradually the noise level subsided as they were soothed by the rumble of the bus engine, and some became fascinated by the activity outside the bus windows.Inue, the little boy sitting on my lap, started pointing at the people, taxis and lorries.He normaly has quite a serious demeanor ...
... The police officer wouldn’t let go of all three of them, he wanted 10,000 Ar for each after all. But our friend didn’t let go of that bill and retorted that that was the best he was going to get - for all three.
Defeated, and honestly rather annoyed with us, the officer released the identifications and snatched up the money as he waived the taxi on. The toll had been paid.
So perhaps it was the fact that we were ...
... easy answer. Our lovely old hotel (Sakamanga Hotel) provides a welcome retreat from the city buzz, as well as a pleasant garden in which to partake of the odd G and T, beer or whatever takes our fancy. The food is excellent (an impressive French-influenced menu) and cheap (10,000 ariary for a buffet breakfast = NZ$5.50). This is also a tropical city - last nights storm created localised flooding in the walkways within our hotel complex (and tripped the power ...
The people are darker complexioned (many definitely look Asian which the original Malagasy were), smaller in build, and many are obviously living in poverty. Pascal drove me through the “popular” section of town, the poorer quarters. Those streets were like what one finds in many parts of Africa; pushcarts, hawkers of all sorts of things with their wares on the ground or on a case of some sort, children playing in rags, mothers and fathers caring ...
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Free parking