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We continued our hectic pace into the final week of the hols, as evidenced here:
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Lokobe

We stayed for one night (as it turns out) at Hogwart’s School of Hotelling and Cookery.
The place was lovely – lush huts up a mountain at the edge of a nature reserve. It was also the site of a Hotel school, with about a dozen students finishing up some studies.
The few permanent members of staff (also students) were sweet but inept; the actual student student guys were much better!
They also had a weird menu system, somewhat imposed on them be being extra out of the way, I guess. You had to have a three course meal and there were two options per course. Given that we we only tend to have mains, maybe starters too, it also meant it was quite expensive. For our second meal, we cottoned on to sharing a single three course between the two of us.
It was a bit too samey. Nothing to do in the evening, no choice of restaurants. So we left after one night.

On our first day there we had great fun.
We went for a half hour paddle in a boat

with a most excellent, fluent English-speaking guide (very much a rarity), then for a stroll through the National Park. Our spotter was also very good – we saw lots of fauna, including these two:
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The Ville of Hell

Then we moved to the capital of the island, the most excellently named Hellville.
Compared to the rest of the island it’s really busy – cars on the road, lots of shops, a big market.
We stayed at hotel Diamond 10, which had a cool rooftop chill spot, thusly:
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We liked it a lot. It was clean, cheap, friendly, helpful staff, and had unheard of luxuries for us: TV! Air Con!
We did get the impression that it may have been a bit of a… well… sex hotel, though.
Exhibit A: bedside condoms (instead of mints on the pillows); Exhibit B: Sexy bottle opener for minbar.
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There were lots of great, old colonial style-ee buildings, all crumbling and decrepit, much like I imagine Cuba to be.
And the market was bustling and bouncing and very exciting to walk around.
Other things we did there: laundry and eating at Frenchy sidewalk cafes with amazing food.

Other things that were cool: taxis.

Have some pretty landscapes:

We had no problems with Snakes on a Plane, but there were Chickens on the Beach (pics by Parfles):

Money

There were a few days of Argh at the end of our Hellville stay.
We were about to leave for our last two days (back at Sambatra, which we wuvved and were very excited about going back to – for the food, for the people, for the beach), so we needed to load up on cash. The ATM decided that it didn’t want to give us any money. So did the other one. And the Bank of Africa one couldn’t even connect to our bank (according to the robot inside it). Argh!
We discussed possibilities. We had enough money to get to pay our bill for our current lodgings, and to get to the airport, but that was about it.
Sleep in the airport for two nights? Beg for food? Not pretty, but we could do it.
We waited. We ate breakfast. We tried again.
It worked! We withdrew our massive wad and trolled back to our hotel to meet the taxi that was waiting to take us to Sambatra.
Phew!

Final Destination

Our flight from Nosy Be to the mainland was on time – yay!
But then our flight to JHB got delayed. And delayed.
Eventually we slid into the JHB departures hall at 3.05 for our 3.15 flight. Ho hum.
But, the 1time peeps were very nice, got us on the next flight via the medium of standby, and we were whisked away to Cape Town.
Huzzah!

In Conclusion

The holiday was absolutely ace.
Going on hols has reminded me that holidays can be awesome, and that we should go on them.

I don’t think we’ll be going back to Nosy Be soon. It was lovely, but we have kind of seen it all now.
Madagascar mainland sounds like hard work in terms of travelling, so I think that may be off the cards too.
Somewhere else in Africa is definitely possible, and maybe it’s time to go back to Thailand (now that we seem to have shaken our disaster bug).

(yes, yes, puppy woo, but also: holiday woo!)

In week numero dos we did mucho de scooteros. Awesome.

The Road

There weren’t very many cars on the island, so they weren’t very man cars on the road. Road, singular. There were plenty of dirt / gravel jobbies, but only one tarmac ring road around the island.
Driving was mostly safe and easy. Watch out for zebu cow thingies, though. Especially when staring at you instead of playing football:

T’North

Up on the North coast we found a most excellent bar / restaurant thing place, which we went back to several times because the food was sooooo good. The proprietors were an Italian gentleman and his Madagscan wifelady. We hit it off when we were talking about food and Jo mentioned Puttanesca. The Italian gentleman was very, very, pleased by this . We also made a friend. A small green friend.

Sunsets…

…were still awesome.

Why is the rum gone?

(Bit of a cross-over, but) We stayed in the Buccaneers hotel, which Piratically themed. And also had a poster of King Kong near the bar. Arrr!

Demurred to Lemur(ed)

We decided to do another one day tourist tour thing of touring.
It looked a bit like this:

Last but not least

Have some cute photos of me & Jo.

Teh Webs? At night?

I normally try and unplug in the evening, but the daytimes have been so mental recently that I don’t have time to do the fun Internetweb stuffs I want to do.
So, here I am.
Was.
Bye!