Everyone left the next day. Chris and I were the only two still at the Belvedere, waiting for a flight the following day. Others were off home, to Nosy Be or staying at other hotels for their last day.
I still wanted to go to the bird park. Chris wanted to come too so I adjusted my 6 am start time to 11. I know, I'm not a good birder. I also wanted to sleep in after our late night good-bye dinner.
We organized a taxi to take us there and to wait and bring us back to the hotel. The actual name of the park is: Parc Tsarasaotra
It is a park with a lake in the middle and a lovely path (for the most part) that circles the lake. There are a LOT of water birds, ducks and herons mostly.
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| Red-billed Teals everywhere! |
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| White-faced Whistling ducks mixed in |
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| A couple of these weird round houses. They looked abandoned but one can't be sure here |
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| Fishing on the lake (legally?) |
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| These two followed us for half the lake |
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| nests. I think if you zoom in, you can see a baby but who can tell |
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| fledgling night-heron and mother ignoring him |
On the way to the park, we had passed a tourist market. Chris used her limited French to somehow get the taxi driver to stop there on our way back so we could have a quick looksie.
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| I bought some little baskets from these women. I don't need little baskets! I am basically a crow. 'look, something shiny!' |
I wrote a whole long tirade the day of. I better check that, I'm not nearly so annoyed now that it's all worked out. Oh, it's not too bad. I'll leave it as is.
Chris and I had booked a taxi to the airport for 9:15. My domestic flight to St. Marie was at 1 pm and her international flight was for around 2 pm. All of the warnings said the traffic could be so bad it might take up to two hours to get to the airport so we gave lots of wiggle room. Of course we got there in under 90 but better safe than sorry.
Chris and I parted ways, she to the international terminal and me to domestic. I took my extra time to finally post to the blog. I ate my snack and then scrolled Facebook for a while. 1 pm came and went. Some of the tour group were heading to Nosy Be for a 4:30 flight. They arrived. I swear, I said goodbye with hugs at least five times to that group, we kept running into each other! Anyway, they said they had been told by the ticket agent that their 4:30 flight was going to be delayed until my 1 pm flight (it was now 2:30) got back from St. Marie. Tsaradia Air (aka Madagascar Air) only had the one plane that day!
Another hour passed. There was an announcement which I could not understand but people started lining up. This was the third time there was an announcement and people lined up so I was not exactly sure but I was optimistic enough to hit the loo before boarding. When I got back 5 minutes later, everyone was gone! Just the Nosy Be people were left. I couldn't possibly have missing boarding!!!
So, I went up to the one person who looked official and asked where everyone went. She said something I didn't understand and then directed me out of the departure area and past the ticketing area, into a back room where there was total chaos! As she was leading me, I was still thinking we were just boarding from another area of the airport. But once I got to that room, I had an inkling things were not going well. I finally found someone who spoke English. Flight is cancelled. No idea when it will be rebooked. Stand in this line.
I was very late to the line so I had time to sort of glean what the plan was. The airline was giving us a taxi to and from a free hotel room. They would let us know when the flight would be rebooked. How? The hotel will let us know.
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| Now that I am less annoyed, respect to these two. They processed everyone on that plane, no matter the language, using manually filled out forms with old carbon paper, and stayed calm and pleasant the whole time. |
Then she told me to go to that window to get my luggage. I stood in line for the next window. No, this is not where you get your luggage. Go back to that massive line that is taking forever. Blasphemy may have been uttered. Some French person said something sympathetic in French. I knew they couldn't understand me but I muttered something about this line and that line and then back to this line. Someone English overhead and told me that my luggage was actually just in the next room, circling the luggage carousel. Excellent. Luggage obtained.
Now just to get the taxi. Wait outside, we will call you. How? Don't worry. People were milling around outside, comparing our little forms with hotel names on them. We were being dispersed far and wide. I knew there was at least a family of seven going to my hotel. I just about despaired. I was never getting to my hotel! But eventually a van showed up and loaded all 12 plus babies into it, with luggage on top. We finally arrived at the hotel after 6 pm.
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| The hotel was pretty basic, shared bathroom but it was clean and it did the job |
We were to be provided with dinner and breakfast. Around 6:45, I went up to the restaurant. No one was there but the tables were set family style. I guess we would be eating together. I got a call at 7:15. Dinner is ready. I headed up and I was first to arrive. There were three long tables, two with place settings for everyone. I sat at the end. People started to arrive. No one would sit with me! It was quite funny. Me at one end of the long table, the only other single person way at the other end. The couples and families all just moved the place settings to the other spots. I ate one sausage and the carrot salad and then mercifully was released back to my room.
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| When I first sat down |
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| 10 minutes later. |
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| Boarding! |
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| Terrible picture from the plane window. That point to the left middle is the pirate's graveyard! The whole reason for this excursion This view also really made me want to get to the east side of the island. Look at that blue! |
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| My hotel! Hotel Lakana, easily identifiable even from the plane |
