Once Matt and I return from Isalo (after an odyssey that involved us getting left behind by the grand raid bus, and 27hrs of alternative bus travel including a bandit-favored night bus stretch) my last few days in Madagascar truly fly by. In the beginning I am struggling to catch up on sleep, wanting to allow my body to rebuild itself.
post-ultra: feet on desk at work = totally OK
aaah - on my balcony, already feeling better
As soon as I’m able to walk again without too much trouble – about four days after le grand raid – I catch up on some of the city sightseeing that I’ve been postponing since I arrived in Antananarivo. That, in addition to my balcony, packing and planning the next few legs of my trip, keeps me busy up until I head to the airport on the afternoon of August 14.
one of Antananarivo's many faces
the local way to do laundry. and to spread the pneumonic plague.
Cafe de la Gare: awesome vazaha hangout
market a la Tana
It’s been a great seven weeks, but now it’s time to move on. South Africa, here I come!
last evening, last THB on my balcony
goodbye Tana!
