If all journeys have a starting point, start by Mada, the change of scenery is incomparable. That was in 2005, there being not returned since I'm curious to know if the children of this small village south of the island are still living under the same conditions pauvretée. The people he has more resources. their new president pushicste it is anything but backchics. They undoubtedly still smile when in France everything is gray. It's not enough get into the habit of being stared at and to predict a small route.
arriving in Antananarivo, I remember paying my visa, and then present my ticket to a customs but once my backpack recuperates I especially remember the exit of the airport. Output is waiting for me and nobody except the hundred taxi drivers willing to take me to town.
arrived in Antananarivo, Tana for short.
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The plane is filled with men rather old. Sex tourism requires. Landing visas and all the humdrum. On leaving the taxi jump on me. Direction, the city center and a hotel before I go to the bank to change some money. I find myself with 300euros Malagasy franc. Or volume of a brick 2l fruit juice, I mad the maximum in my pocket and I jumped into a taxi waiting for me. Phew, I will have to be careful here. If I'm already starting to attract attention. And attention I drew staring at everyone. Unsurprisingly they are all black, flocked to the roadside, it's dirty but happy. My first impression on arrival, a mixture of Paris, Romania, Sahara.
The downtown Tana. I lack photos, I was not even in the digital age.
Many wonderful things have not been flashed.
is one of the finest neighborhoods. The remains of colonization, experience and work of Merina.
The capital is large, suburban least look good. It was shortly to be the Independence Square and not far from the steps of ananakely. Was brief of quickly.
I spent a night in Tana, it does not really enchants me, The next day I went to Antsirabe.
200km to the south and second largest city. The ride is difficult with a first experience of a bush taxi. I found myself packed in a van at 15. With 2 years of decline, and dozens of trips by bush taxi was still great luxury. Much worse will come. This trip made me understand why Madagascar is nicknamed "the red island." The contrast between the red soil and green clay is amazing all along the road.
Here I am come to Antsirabe. The city of shoots as you jump on taxis from the airport. I am one who speaks a little French hotel and visit the local crafts. The baths. Precious stones and finally a beer, the THB. That evening I decided to come out a little. On Route 3 hot chicks want to take me to enterprising box. Not tonight (still a bit dumb) way to Fianaratsoa Tomorrow.
Antsirabe and shoots. For a cursed amount you get in a rickshaw. This is not degrading or humiliating, it's their livelihood and it is respected. A good way to participate in sustainable development of the country is to give money in exchange for a service. Negotiate hard. Divide by 20 or 2 according cas.Et then gives what may, we're rich that's all. Fianaratsoa. Arriving over there, it looks like Antsirabe, it's cold, I'm far from the sea so I left the station taxibrousses to go to Tulear. This is my fourth day and certainly one of the most memorable. My expectation (8am you never know when the taxi is full bush) is filled with meetings. A grandpa who speak French and selling spectacles me about the country and culture long. People come in, waiting and chatting with me, I find myself with a nenette to wait 20 years, his mother is not far and made a part of the translation. She would settle down with me Haritiana daughter. I road with them, we eat, we laugh, we sleep packed like chickens. Tulear has arrived, not knowing where to go, it invites me to her mother. Ben would like for that matter, why not. We arrived with his uncle in a beautiful area of Tulear. Haritiana will continue these studies here. A whole morning to discuss, discover something of their lifestyle, their culture. My only trip to backpack takes a different magnitude. Who would have the chance to benefit from such a homepage. In short life is beautiful (to me). I am home a bit loose but I do not want to get married immediately. Too bad, I let this girl yet less hope than it already had. His uncle had made it clear that the condition was, yeah it's fast and presentations. Madagascar with a win bac +5 100euros per month is 4 times more than the others but there is nothing to splurge. Getting married to a French person is unexpected. Sailing, but you know voilou ca.
Mangily road to the Kingdom of the tourists. In fact a newspaper every day makes no sense, because I spent the two months following Mangily. A succession of meetings and the good life has pushed me to stay here, Penard. So the following photos is Ifaty, Mangily, the next page talk about the rest of the island that I visit in a year, for cons there, there are fewer pictures from the places visited.
On these few notes so ... Some excerpts from my existential problems on the spot like that, "all soft j'fais poo for 3 months, I lost 8 kg in 3 weeks, beer me to vomit this week "That stuff is incredible. Seriously there are times it's rough, like a quiet evening or around midnight in my box comes a great desire to go to puppy Turkish lasted 4 hours on AC 8am to wait to take other things the Smecta EXPIRED 4 years that I had in my bag without looking
. Ptite the lady of the hotel is above the pharmacy and sold me colicalm, a coal-based medicine and a dash of opium, ideal to digest the fish not fresh.
To sum up, it's quickly made this blog, there are thousands of things to say about this country, also had a lot of things to tell on his return, was almost blowing for me, then for those who listened to me, I guess. The problem is that all these stories I do not return there, writing. Feel free to leave comments, questions, that way I will not write too much crap. Culture, lifestyle, etc ...
Anakao, St. Augustine.
After two months bumming at the other end of the world, I have a regret, it was too short. Here is a little animation showing the route. To make it simpler I'll make another page to the south east asia. The video work, you must install the pluging foo stuff if you ask, so click yes. and reading.
No video yet to come
October 10, 2005: arrived in Madagascar
October 15: arrival in Tulear and Ifaty Mangily
Sunday: Diving, beautiful water at 30 ° C.
Well I dropped there, the Flem I read my newspaper and zapped the details.
So it will be pictures.
A little history now. I wanted to go to Anakao. This involves taking a pirogue at 5am when the wind is favorable. until then everything was fine except that the day the owner of the hotel had warned that a cyclone was coming to Tulear. Until then, I do not know the cyclone. Living in Brittany, I know the gusting to 160km / h. Well, the problem is that I really wanted to go to Anakao. In talking with my buddy tourist, it gives me the advice not to listen because maybe it's just something the manager said to all the tourists to stay two more days. Being a bit accustomed to scams the corner, I decided to take the canoe at dawn. So up at 5 am a little late, it's going there a little windy but not too much. We ship to five. The boatman, his two son of 10 and 2 years. The first hour passes rather slowly and then the boatman who decided to call Jhonny began to worry seriously. The sky began to turn and it felt good. Bad luck, it was not now need to teach these children to maneuver a canoe. 30 minutes later, the wind begins to rise rapidly, once, twice, three times is lacking between the wind capsize and vagues.A whenever the anxiety mounts, it becomes impractical and is is already out of the bay, it is too late. Everybody is developed, it distributes weight you hang the smaller sails are reduced to a minimum. last hour was very stressful. between emptying the boat and stay hooked. I wanted adventure, this is only the beginning of 24 galleys.
The arrival on the beach Anakao is memorable, it was the only cons still at sea, everyone was back for a while. The latest surf is terrible, a huge wave propels us on the beach, jumping from the dugout to restrain her when the wave retreated. A dozen sinners come as reinforcements.
Phew, for our part, we are holy, but except narrowly, the bags are wet but everything is there. Many risk by much. Though Anakao see when it is fine.
Except that it's not nice at all it is increasingly drip pan. The boatman he wants to go home directly, the return will only take one hour but I give him a little extra money and he will hide his canoe and be at a friend's house at 100 meters. Whew again! not even afraid Johnny, he has chosen his artist name. Respect. There are many with whom one died. It all the way me either, not even fear, cyclone is nothing. Except that we did not tell me that it was only the beginning. I chose the hotel for 1 euro overnight at 20 meters from the beach. His severe blows all day, the sea rises up to invade the bungalow. Gradually the night the roof flies away. you end up homeless and feet in water. it is time to move. found refuge in a cement house a little further. The night was long, the roof plate but lack of flying is good. Then from 10am show starts at this calm, we can finally get some sleep. At 15 pm the wind was manageable, there is no way out too fly. The damage is terrible. All these houses fragile fly again the next hurricane.
The cyclone was passed right on itampoul, 200km south. That was my destination and I had a little delay in the preparations. Another stroke of luck. I am a first go without enough cash for a trip of 15 days a month in the south and what made me take 4 days late, the time it would take for me to find myself in full middle of the cyclone Itampoul.
Back to Tulear to visit the corner a little less agitated. Nosy Be, Nosy Komba, Diego Suarez and Majunga. Tulear, I fly to Nosy Be, the little island paradise in the north. For my part I do not like, or simply Nosy Be Nosy scams in 2 days I have met very few people friendly, and I've never had so many printing to be a cash cow. Everything costs twice as much for no reason. The landscape is beautiful, they are small and less tourist paradise islands that make the difference. Nosy Komba is the most accessible, beautiful and welcoming. I found the knowledge they will Mangily road and bush taxi boat sets up Diego.
No pictures at this moment, not much execptionnel things I have eaten crocodile, it's something. After
Diego, I continue with a flight to Mahajanga.
Now I get to Tana, my second visa expires, I'm even a day late. Something extraordinary is waiting for me too. I'm outta here in Asia from Tana with the goal of return. I put the bar a little higher with big projects that I'd never felt able to do six months earlier. A little daring for the unknown less frightening. Basically, for my highest good, the ball belly disparue.La life is beautiful.
Back after a trip of two months in Thailand, Laos, Cambodia. The
Tsiribihina, Tsingy of Bemahara and Morondava.
Returning from Southeast Asia, I returned to Madagascar still liver. I like very much and especially time and money to take a little longer.
The objective is to descend to Tulear by Morondava.
arrived in Antsirabe, Miandrivazo direction. From there you can embark in a canoe for three days down to the roots. Finally, it is already very organized though. In high season, boat motor was not moving faster than canoes come fuck their shit. This does not be quiet but they can spoil a day if they are in the corner. In short it's about to say nothing. Photos.
Ampitanaka.
Why not go to see them masturbate in NGOs. I'll see one of the most active NGOs in Tulear and ask to go for a walk in the bush. The bizarre experience. Is the word. I got to Ampitanaka village pilot humanitarian create through the goodwill of Swiss origin Madagascar. Quick summary of the first 2 days. I took a bush taxi with vahaza interested in a tour in the bush. Is it 72 years and his girlfriend of 27 years Antsirabe. I was a little rétissant saying "yes" but the day he invited me to go for gold with his metal detector near Maevatanana and always has to make a fortune I accepted. He does not listen to my advice when I explain it skips the intermediate level. No water, no food, he fool them more than me. It scared me because I think it would almost die in the bush. It is magnetizer, baker, farmer and manager of the PMU. It is in Algeria and 50 years later, in need of adventure. It's his choice, despite our differences, today we have in common. I wanted to go alone, shit. He goes to the doctor Ejeda.
Day 1 12. We arrived this morning with a bush taxi, it is market day. A woman takes me to see the professor. The committee is requested Home unawares but a room is made available immediately. The second after a major cleaning. After explaining that I was coming from Stephen (commercial director of the NGO), I felt the people most worried. The school operated in arriving. The canteen was closed. A funny thing, I wonder why the canteen is closed, normal. I was told by the simplest answer possible. "He no more to eat. "It's crazy these simple answers that were not thought to reapply" but why? ". The guide is resourceful friend. She did some shopping and prepares us to eat. Impeccable. She bought water for 25000 fmg, 2 euros, I expect to see the quality and where it comes out this water. In fact it is a barrel of 100 liters, yeah straightforwardly with rust at the bottom, Ya right, we'll boil all this, my stomach was used but still, we are not born there.
2nd day. Clearly, there is the attraction of the village. smallest cry when they saw us. Some adults have never seen a white man. I pay a stroke of white wine, the best rum to the president and his son. The first goal was to break the ice, it's done. It relaxes the atmosphere and there was much needed. A big drunken father thinks we will go and kill at night. That is to say it was not won.
That is, 15 days of expatriation. I drink, eat, read a book a friend to talk and booze, cigarettes. Despite a high fever the first 3 days, not the kind of bowl, it works, we bought 4 chickens for eggs, I boil my water before drinking. small rides, observations of the functioning of the village are part of everyday life. Incredible memorable. A pilot village is a bit weird. is a village in which we build a well (70m deep anyway) a school and a dispensary. These structures are used. Then we built a house a tourist, a home for teachers came from tana. a chicken coop, a mechanical workshop, a workshop sewing, solar cookers and solar panels are installed to power the fridge and vaccine clinic. All this under the authority of the village chief. The problem is there. We give them tools and they are allowed to Sort this out what is right. But the coup is the dictatorship and 11 solar panels eventually illuminate 24/24 home of the son of the village chief. Vaccines from the fridge, it will slap. not need. Well thank you for the water that collects and pays the chief. Well, it's on now, these findings ative and not necessarily just hurts me a little.
I have great difficulty with the Malagasy culture of this region. These are mahafaly. There terrible is that besides being extremely lazy, they enjoy life to the fullest. All is not clear, I partly understand the operation. When someone dies we build a tomb is very important, affecting the wealthiest or have a very large and very beautiful tomb. The legacy left after the construction of the tomb, will be entirely wasted. Basically, if a death had a 10 zebu 50litres rum and 5000 euros in the best case. Then his heirs inherit not much because of all the village will eat, drink and be merry while there is money. For the poorest will last an evening party for richer, it will last one year. for one year will be in the fiesta. After it starts over again. This is not a generality to the whole island, I did not understand everything but it works much like that in this region. It's not wins this story.
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