So, instead, I give you the next logical step in our journey: Tana to Antsirabe by taxi brousse.
We woke up early on the 16th, and the nice people from the hotel (Saint Pierre Annexe) let us hire their car to take us to the taxi station for a very reasonable price. The station is on the edge of Tana, a place called Fasan Karana (not sure of the spelling or if it is one word or two), which means "tomb of the Indians." Not because there are tombs but because that is where the Indian population has a place to incinerate their dead.
As soon as our driver parked, our 4x4 was swamped by touts. I would have preferred to sit in the car, but we had to get out and face the mob to reach a taxi. Naturally, the touts tried their tactics of snatching our bags so they could lead us to the taxi that would give them a finder's fee, but we quickly slung the sacks on our backs and were carried forward by the tide. Sadly, we don't have any pictures of the mayhem and packed parking lot--it was not a place you wanted to pull out your camera.
With the "help" of our "friends" we found a taxi leaving for Anstirabe in fifteen minutes, promised the ticket taker. An hour and fifty minutes later, give or take a few, we set off.
multipurpose river. Good for: doing laundry, fishing, irrigation, bathing, garbage disposal, drinking water...
Boys at work
Churches, churches, everywhere churches. Quite a change from Mayotte and its mosques.
For more pics of this day, check out my scrapbook.
Three hours later (wow, actually the published time the trip takes), we arrived in Antsirabe and had to face the touts and guides all over again. Only this time, pousse-pousse drivers (pushers, pullers?) were added to the mix.