Le Colbert
Trip Start
Apr 11, 2007
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Trip End
Apr 27, 2007
Our heroes were up at daybreak and headed straight for the Taxi-Brousse station. "We're celebrities- get us out of here!" Take us to Tana and to the fanciest joint in Madagascar - the Colbert Hotel! [or so the website had promised]
But what an anti-climax. The room was horribly bland and our filthy heroes had to ask for shampoo! The hot water wasn't consistent and none of the facilities were included! [Gym, Swimming pool] At least there was air conditioning and they could drown their sorrows in some Almond Croissants and Pain au Chocolat from the nearby Patisserie...
They even managed to become semi-smiley again after some Pizzas from Chez Rose [completely immersing themselves in the authentic local cuisine as you can see].
With their tummies filled to the brim, they set off to get G his map of Madagascar
Inspired by his extravagance, C took on the fleamarkets. After dragging her water-carrying sherpa through the entire length and breadth of possible human enterprise, they left with... nothing. Intuitively sensing that G's spirits might be dipping ever so slightly, C persuaded him into some chocolate cakeletts and Chocolat Chaud. [from the Patisserie again, of course]
Once back in their room, they noticed Feedback Forms on a corner table... It was so badly spelled and horribly grammared that C felt it was her duty to offer them her services. [still haven't heard a thing]
Then it was off to La Verangue -absolutely the best restaurant on the entire island- where they supped on Zebu Carpaccio, Foie Gras and Oily Fish [still haven't found out the real name] helped along with a fabulous French red wine and some cinnamon rum for afters. And then some vanilla rum. And then some chocolate rum...
But what an anti-climax. The room was horribly bland and our filthy heroes had to ask for shampoo! The hot water wasn't consistent and none of the facilities were included! [Gym, Swimming pool] At least there was air conditioning and they could drown their sorrows in some Almond Croissants and Pain au Chocolat from the nearby Patisserie...
They even managed to become semi-smiley again after some Pizzas from Chez Rose [completely immersing themselves in the authentic local cuisine as you can see].
With their tummies filled to the brim, they set off to get G his map of Madagascar
c about to throw toys out of cot
. They were so impressed that they bought four! Inspired by his extravagance, C took on the fleamarkets. After dragging her water-carrying sherpa through the entire length and breadth of possible human enterprise, they left with... nothing. Intuitively sensing that G's spirits might be dipping ever so slightly, C persuaded him into some chocolate cakeletts and Chocolat Chaud. [from the Patisserie again, of course]
Once back in their room, they noticed Feedback Forms on a corner table... It was so badly spelled and horribly grammared that C felt it was her duty to offer them her services. [still haven't heard a thing]
Then it was off to La Verangue -absolutely the best restaurant on the entire island- where they supped on Zebu Carpaccio, Foie Gras and Oily Fish [still haven't found out the real name] helped along with a fabulous French red wine and some cinnamon rum for afters. And then some vanilla rum. And then some chocolate rum...

