It's been a month since my last post. After that flurry of trip planning and ticket booking, all I had left to do was find a place to stay in Antananarivo. It's been so long, I forgot how to spell Antananarivo. And since I had to relook that up, I also checked how to pronounce it! Stress is on the RI.
But I digress, so fast.
As I was checking my phone for pictures, apparently I saved this (no idea why...)
Anyway, the hotel that is the starting point for the tour was showing as fully booked so I found a different place. I am booked in three times. When I arrive for one night, between the tour and my flight to Nosy Boraha, and two nights before my flight home. Hôtel Restaurant La Ribaudière.
They've got a lot of 'artsy' pictures in their gallery which are less helpful with the practical info but it does seem nice. And there is a cat in there so...
So, everything is booked. Now I just watch the days tick down on my vacation countdown app
Oh, and shop. I bought a little Madagascar guide book, mostly for the map insert. And I bought a Madagascar Bird Book!!! So exciting.
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| Mom's deck |
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| My deck |
And I bought a pair of shorts. I hate shorts. Shorts hate me. But I figure, if I can ever get away with shorts it's on a tiny island off a different island off the coast of Africa. Who am I going to see? Who's going to see me. Someone knock on wood immediately! There will be no pictures of the shorts. Ever.
This reminds me of my very first crazy trip. It was with a girl named Amy (different Amy) and two guys from New Zealand. We lived in a van for two months traveling from Victoria to Cabo San Lucas and Mazatlán in Mexico. Amy and I made a pact. No photos of us wearing shorts. That was 34 years ago. I wonder if she is still upholding her end of that pact too?
End with a picture of a lemur (mouse lemur)
