Saturday in Tana

Tana is the short name for the capitol city. I would butcher it if I tried to write the whole thing out.

Our first task of the day was to get plane tickets for our internal travel, which had proved too cumbersome from abroad. Well, they do not take travellers checks and the banks were closed. We were stuck for the weekend.

Somewhat frustrated, though never bowed, (we had wanted to get to Rs region in the north ASAP. the capitol, while interesting, is a bit high on itself and low on those people whoe dialect Robyn speaks best), we walked through the market. It was fascinating to see the ways it was the same in style and presentation as those in Central America, but different of course in many ways and things sold (wash your floor with a cut coconut!) , and that I had no idea what anyone was saying.

We napped in the afternoon.

In the evening we went to a lovely pizza dinner at an old haunt of Robyns. It was easy to see why ... the food was really good. But funny that when Robyn asked for directions by saying it was right near the US Embassy, people still had no good idea where that might be.

After dinner we went dancing at a place called the Glacier, another old haunt. It was packed, though small. The lead singer seemed to have heard the name Beyonce. We had a blast ... both so happy to be in this place .. old and new. Though we were underdressed, we gave it all we had! (And a sad, unfortunate old Belgian man made our acquiantance as well ... and while he was nice, and amusing, one did want to dwell on why he was really there)/

in any case, little by little , Robyns Madagascar was coming clearer to me ... the next day was even better.