Hotel Manoir Rouge
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... avoiding the rocks and muddy putholes next to the track. The locals just walk on barefoot on the rocks and the track, amazing they do that.We also joined some who were also in the train, also looking for a way out.
09:00 Yes finally we see our car! Mahery could make it till the hotel to pick us up. Also the car for the French was there so they will be very happy too.
Our last power we used to push the car out of the mud, the one ...
I'm leaving in the direction of Fianarantsoa, but this time in taxi brousse. I planned to stop at Ranomafana, its a national park and a village.
The Bush taxi is crowded, I'm sitting at the latest backseat. We are tight as sardines, a Malagasy sleep on my shoulder... nice !!
However the landscape is desolate, spectacle of the deforestion, no more trees... the hills peeled more empty out of sight...Gerald
... 2 cyclones successifs ont détruit des portions de rail , une calamité pour de nombreux producteurs, dont ceux de vétiver, plantes aux différentes propriétés et usages , le futur économique de ce coin enclavé.
Il est l heure du petit déjeuner , et tout le monde se laisse tenter par ces plateaux abondants , généreusement portés à bout de bras vers les fenêtres du wagon , par crainte de ne pas trouver si bon et si beau à la prochaine gare..Sachez que l on ne perd pas de ...
... my head.
Money in my wallet, I went back to see if my shuttle had arrived.
Nope. I looked outside and debated getting on the airport shuttle. I didn't think I was up for that yet. As I was trying to decide, a man told me to go see information and maybe they could I help. I walked over there, just to be told they couldn’t let me use their phone but to ask for the TEMA (cell phone shop).
The taxi drivers must play “Guess the Tourist”. ...
... but everyone’s sleeping now and doing relatively well. I’m just checking up on a last patient before we move to relieve the other interns of their slumber when someone comes in to tell us there’s something wrong in another ward.
We leave our notes and pens behind on the table, and dart over to the neighboring ward where we find a young boy listless. He’s about 2 years old, he’s been in with meningitis and tuberculosis for a week or so, and ...