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Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
A waiting game
... backyard, so a terrace bar wasn't to be found. Nevertheless we spent a pleasant few hours gazing through grated windows at the local scenery. The Malagasy menu proved a challenge to translate until I suggested giving us the French names. No problems! Canard pour moi and zebu entrecôte for Richard. Very nice. Another night, another place. We were looking forward to spending 3 nights camping in Parc Ranomafana. And doing some ...
A day to remember (or forget)
Arriving in Antsirabe in the pouring rain, somehow, amongst the melee of folk trying to 'help' and us ensuring all our bags and bikes were unloaded, I managed to leave my travel bag with wallet, glasses and phone on board. Prior to realising this we'd managed to settle into our (very) basic accommodation (not quite up to the Lonely Planet's report), wring ourselves dry and step out for a bite to eat. Heading into a "local" seemed like a good ...
Antananarivo
... having such a linguistically gifted partner (of course he's an Australian and they're sooo much more connected to the rest of the world!). Another example of differences in cultural norms is in the common practice of trying to rip foreigners off! While we might think this is unfair, this is clearly not the case in Madagascar (and in other developing countries I've visited). Not surprising given many people see any foreigner as rich (which they are likely to be compared ...
Salama Tompko!
... trees and noises also make Madagascar so cool. One of the craziest things I’ve seen. On our drive to Antsirabe last night, a woman was trying to sell us a rabbit by holding it out over the road by its ears as we tore by at 60 mph. The road was filled with Taxi-buses driven by folks who and never heard of drivers education, and there were definitely no lines or signs of any kind. You get used to the feeling of almost dying every time a ...
Madagascar, primeiras impressões
... servido em todas as refeições.
É difícil para nós descrever a cidade. Como só ficamos em trânsito e não tivemos muito tempo para explorá-la, a impressão superficial que tivemos é que boa parte parece ainda não ter se recuperado do Ciclone Geralda (1994). Há muito por fazer.
Já o ...