Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
... into balls on a branch sleeping. We could just make them out in the shadows, but we could see faces and occasional slight movement.
Off we set again heading for the call of the Indri Indri. This section of park is the best at Andasibe to see the Indris. After slipping and sliding in the mud, getting more and more splattered as we went, at a sloping muddy drop, Maurice slipped and barely caught himself. Marjolaine, following, almost fell as well, catching herself ...
... and that we wanted 60, the choice was clear. 45 Euro each in the short queue for a stamp to say we'd paid and we then joined the end of the long queue. The immigration process was somewhat chaotic but it seemed to work. You handed your passport and your form in at one end, showed your outward bound plane ticket and joined the crowd at the other until your name was called. A page full of stamps and you were on your way.
Collecting our luggage took quite some time ...
... to remain open to those who might really need, or perhaps deserve the chance at a little help. Even if you don’t have anything to give.
I had that chance, I scored that massive winning ticket in life, to be born into a family who had something to give me, to teach me, to raise me. And with that comes a responsibility to return some of my luck to others. Pay it forward, return the favour, share the wealth, whatever cliché you feel comfortable ...
... red wine, and finished off with a glass of infused rum (I chose vanilla, incredible!). And when the bill came, I’d stuffed my belly at an expensive french restaurant for a grand total of twelve dollars and fifty cents.
So I’d managed to balance my week into a perfect equilibrium of intensity and difficulty at the hospital countered with light-hearted laughter and fun with newfound friends.
So this is how the french live ...
... we are camping out! On the way to the lodge we make two stops – the first to see reptiles, and we are also lucky to have our first lemur sightings. After a picnic lunch we move on to visit a local market in the bustling town of Moramanga, walking through the crowded stalls of vendors.
The people are very friendly, and they look so much different than people we have met in Kenya. There is much more Asian ...
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- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet