Le Relais Des Plateaux
Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
was welcomed and how highly I was encouraged to participate in the ceremony.
One mother and daughter in particular took me under their
wings, dancing with me, protecting me from crowd surfing ancestors, and even
inviting me to help wrap the bones of an ancestor! What an incredible honor. The Malagasy were very adept and efficient at
wrapping the bones, lifting the body in unison, and tightly wrapping and
securing the lamba around ...
... speed and then slide to a stop in the grass right beside me, laughing loudly. We had learned colors that day in language class, so we began to practice colors. What color is the grass? Maintso/Green. What color is my skirt? Mainty/Black. He told me the Malagasy words for me to repeat, and then I told him the English words. Soon, his siblings came to join and they all enjoyed correcting my pronunciation and testing me. The oldest boy peeked in ...
... there was a lighted sign of my Guest House.
The door man opened the building sized gate and took my bags. I paid the driver and he left.
Upstairs I went to check in. A petite, older Malagasy woman was the receptionist. With the most soft spoken voice, her English was just enough to get by, plus a bit more information. I explained I had no idea how to get to Antisibe, my first stop to see the Lemurs. She explained how I got there by Taxi Brousse (to be explained later). I ...
... a local truck stop for some Malagasy food... and we learned that 'hoteley' means Madagascan fast food and not a little hotel!
We had chicken soup with rice and very nice it was too. Nomena chatted on telling us about his wife and three children in Antsiribe and his parents who also live with them. He stopped in a village to deliver something to an aunty who was waiting for him on the side of the road. His ...
... those only a mother can express at the loss of her child taken too soon.
I can’t imagine going to sleep now.
Two days later, I have finally slept. I finished my next six hours on-call and made it home to a shower, some food and a bed. I’ve now returned to the hospital anew for the next shift.
By lunchtime, I’m already watching a little boy all too closely. He’s 28 days old, he’s been in for two days, and ...