Madagascar at Last!

It is clear already we shuld have skipped Honduras and come more quickly to Madagascar.


One of the most poignant and worth it moments of this trip so far for me has been seeing Robyn weep with overwhelmed joy as our plane landed in her long lost beloved country of her heart, Madagascar. I was so happy we made this happen.

The airport is far from the capitol city down town and the wing road is only one lane each way. It passes through rice fields and countryside. Like in Central America, passing on the left is common.

Robyns Malagasy, though not of this region of the country and not where she wanted it, broke immediately into impressive style and I knew I was in good hands.

As we got nearer and neare the city center I was struck by how people really did not treat the cars as having unquestioned command on the road. Lines of people on either side thickened, and gav way ulitmately of course, but made clear they had a rightful place in the street as well. Market was getting in gear, as peole got off work and walked home.

We arrived at the Hotel Sakamanga, meaning Blue Cat. It was a place in the center of town that Robyn could barely afford as a volunteer. We were happy for a nice room after our long travels and eager to get going.