Tulear to AntananarivoWe walked the beach in the morning only to be harassed by a dude trying to sell us a trip on his boat which might have been nice. The problem was that we really had to leave for the airport at noon if we were to catch our plane.
Nicola had commented on hearing the loud roar of surf the previous evening and I had to admit to hearing or as well. This morning we could see it breaking to the west at what I would have to guess was about a kilometer away, less as you moved south. Unique Malagasy boats fished the reef and inside. Young women tried to sell us much, much nicer versions of the shells we were attempting to find along the seashore. Nicola did find couple of sad looking ones she's hoping to revive. We were somewhat sorry to leave this empty, somewhat idyllic resort almost as soon as we arrived.
To our relief, Flavian drove much slowly on the road back to Tulear than he did on the way out. We past sad looking huts behind self contained compounds made with the same sticks as the houses. Except for small parts of Cambodia we have never seen poverty the like.
The airport was an interesting experience. There were birders present at the ready with their binoculars. Stadium seating is new. We had no assigned seating. Security at the airport included a quick search of our bags and questions such as are you carrying any sharp objects. There was no metal detector and no pat down before we got on the plane. Any one of us could have been carrying a small arsenal and no one at that airport would have known.
Nicola was impressed with the Toyota Land cruiser that took us from the airport to the hotel. Our driver was also very nice. The hotel? Well it was okay which would describe pretty well any of the top rated hotels in Madagascar. Roomy with fairly decent furniture, cold and a little run down.
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