We wake up to the sound of rain in the night and the morning is overcast and soggy. Pawpaw and freshly baked bread for breakfast. Coffee sweetened with condensed milk.
We walk out behind our hotel into the bush looking for a lighthouse. In the villages skew teethed children who smile and say ‘bonjour’ tugging at our arms with soft fingers. Everyone we see greets us smiling. Women washing clothes stoop at a stream. We can see them between the palm fronts.
Madagascar - Antananarivo to Isle St Marie
The airport building in Antananarivo is small and uncrowded. We wait amongst ten other passengers for our luggage. A young girl walks on the carousel – her hands held above her head by her mother. The tent is late but once we have it we begin organising and from the domestic terminal find that that there is a plane leaving for Isle St Marie in thirty minutes. We buy tickets without checking the price and regret it.
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