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En route for Antsirabe

Though I doubt it's going to change anything, I feel like I have to work up to what happened to us in Antsirabe. I just don't have it in me today to rehash all that. Perhaps now would be the better time because then I would keep the account bare and relatively free of vitriol. But meh. Tomorrow or the day after or... But I'll get around to it because people need to be put on their guard.

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.


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Jun. 15th, 2009 12:56 pm (UTC)
This is a good reminder to me that not all sightseeing is gorgeous views and unspoiled beauty.

Is it rice the boys in the photo above are carrying, or are those big white sacks multipurpose, do you know (or have a guess)?
Jun. 15th, 2009 01:38 pm (UTC)
Yeah, you have no idea how precious the reminder is to me before we set off on our world trip. Mada was good practice if nothing else.

The sacks are multipurpose; one can buy them in little shops or at the market. But rice is definitely a hot commodity to carry around in them. Not sure if that's what the boys have or not.
Jun. 16th, 2009 01:35 am (UTC)
I can honestly say my head would have exploded if I had to wait that much longer than expected. Seriously. I think I'll scratch that part of the world off of my list of places to tour... ;-)
Jun. 16th, 2009 06:05 am (UTC)
Hehe. Your head would be pulp if you went to Mada, then. Just wait until I blog about the rest of the trip and all the little "fibs." You really have to learn to smile and take it, otherwise...HEAD GO BOOM. All. the. time.
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