I didn’t feel too well next morning, I don’t think anyone did…
After breakfast, Davide from Italy came around. We met first time in Ambalavao,the night before I trekked up Pic Boby. Davide and his friend had just completed the trek then. We met coincidentally whilst waiting for the ferry to Isle Saint Marie. We had a coffee at my local coffee stall next door and a good chat. Friendly and down to earth fella, nice.
Ninah had organised a trip with Kat Kat up north to the cape. Same route I was gonna do yesterday. In many ways, lucky I didn’t cycle there yesterday.
A few waterfalls, which gave me a great option to experiment different shutter speeds, and was quite happy with the outcome.
It was a cloudy day, but the sun tried at least to shine through. We were lucky enough that it at least stopped raining on our few stops.
At the cape, we were greeted friendly by our local guide, showing us around. I didn’t think we needed a guide, but all money goes to the community, which I am very happy about. The swell was enormous and pounded the rocks.
Kayaking wouldn’t have been a good idea. In one area it is a sacred spot, were now and then a Zebu will be offered and sacrificed to the gods.
People leave money, in hope for good fortunes coming their way. I didn’t have any coins, coins are not available in Malagasy currency.
A few local ladies were selling handmade jewelery, shells, painted coconuts and coconut oil, as well as canell oil, which smells absolutely irresistible.
And we had a fresh coconut, milk and flesh. Yummm.
I took the opportunity for a few photos on this colourful happening.
On our way back, we stopped at a deserted beach, which was nice for a change. A local fisherman set out for a night fish, chasing tuna and mackerel. I almost asked if I could join. Ha ha, I miss my ‘mani-yak’.
I asked Ninah if we could stay an extra night, as we had plans to go to the local disco tonight. She almost looked frightened, (more to that later) but agreed with an almost happy smile.
We had dinner, fresh fish Ninah bought at our stop on the beach, grilled by Bakoly and Melinah. Ninah and Odilon went up to their room, I had a beer with Kevin, our handsome driver today, and hotel owner Freddy. He was extremely friendly, but something wasn’t right. A very fake, untrusty smile. Let’s see how this develops.
We waited for Bakoly and Melina to finish of their duties, and getting dressed for a night out at the local disco. Both looked absolutely stunning at their return. Wow.
I knocked on Ninah and Odilon ‘s door, asking if they were ready to go. A tired Odilon with sleepy eyes opened the door, Ninah was fast asleep. Guess they are not joining us then?
The four of us, Kevin, Melina, Bakoly and I walked through very dark streets to the disco. I felt somewhat under dressed in my shorts and crocs. This disco was slightly more upbeat to the one I went to at Andavadoka with Eric some weeks ago. Some more very pretty girls, all dressed up, sitting around the bar, maybe hoping a rich wassa might buy them a drink. But it wasn’t as obvious as in other places, and I think they were here simply for a good time. And why not, the music was great and everyone was surprised I knew the songs, thanx to Odelion’s music collection in the car. A massive mirror behind the dance floor, which everyone was facing whilst shaking what they got. No one ever turned around… ha ha. After a few beers, Kevin, Melina and Bakoly loosened up. Communication was still slow going, but thanks to Kevin’s translations not impossible.
We spent most of the time on the dance floor (yes,me too… it is just an amazing rhythm), and had heaps of fun and laughter. So cool. I was just glad I didn’t have to get up a few hours later, to get the ferry back to the mainland. Thank you Ninah, wish you and Odilon could have joined this fun night.