I walked into the room
and wasn’t too surprised at how modest the accommodations were with two small
single beds and well-worn blankets.
The bathroom consisted of a partial wall with a door of draped fabric. There was actually running water, which
was great, as we had just had an arduous journey through miles and miles
pot-marked roads. I swear there isn’t a full kilometer of roadway in Madagascar
that without a hazard.
Sitting on the porch of the lodge for
sundowners we realized we were the only guests at the resort. Political
upheavals and chaos were keeping tourists at bay. The locals sat politely and
stared as us fascinated by three North American women.
The food was accommodating and much to our surprise three Malagasy musicians appeared to play a kabosy, a valihas and a sodina. The music was intoxicating.
The next morning, with the sun barely up, we
were awakened by with the eerie calls of Indri echoing
Nasty little creatures but I guess it could have been worse. Like Humphrey Bogart pulling the “African Queen” through the swamps only to know that by the end of the day he would be covered by monster leeches. I shutter to think.
No wonder our guide wore Wellingtons with his pant legs tucked in - to ward off the leeches. Wish someone would have warned us.
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