Madagascar Reflections

How do we distill two months in the wonderful country of Madagascar into a short summary? We've been asked many times what the highlight was - a difficult question considering the variety of experiences we've had - 2500 km on the bicycles, lemurs in trees and sometimes on our shoulders, camping at unprepared places, out-of-the-way river boats, first-class eco-resorts, swims with sea turtles, ten thousand photos - to summarize that real quickly?

The cycling - can't say enough about how well structured and supported the trip was through TDA Global Cycling (http://tdaglobalcycling.com/) - not to repeat what's been in previous posts, but the TDA staff were great throughout, and they had a lot to contend with, and the local Malagasy support staff who drove the busses, lugged around our bags, looked after the water and food and set up lunches every day - they were the nicest, most pleasant, hard-working people you could imagine. This was not our first trip with TDA and it won't be our last.

Our travel before and after the cycling was equally well put together through Ortour, a local Madagascar tour operator (http://www.ortour.com/en). Michel (with a typical Malagasy name that has too many syllables for us westerners to pronounce) provided a guide and a vehicle with driver for two weeks before and one week after the cycling as well as accommodation arrangements, park visits, internal flight bookings, and airport transfers. Ortour also arranged the support for TDA, so they looked after our bikes during the before and after time and brought them to the airport for our departure. Michel had no problem making some changes that we asked for while en route and we had timely prompt communication with him. Our guides and drivers were great - more about them later. Don't mind the plug for Michel and Ortour, but we were very happy -  if we go back to Madagascar, we'll do the arrangements through him.

In the interest of completeness, the other essential arrangement was the airline travel from Vancouver to Madagascar. We tried on our own - Air France has a Vancouver-Paris non-stop that connects with a Paris-Madagascar flight (which is longer that Vancouver-Paris), but all we could find for the trip back involved multiple airlines and rather obscure stop-over points. So we followed TDA's recommendation and went through Jennifer Patterson at Merit Travel in Toronto (JPatterson@MeritTravel.com). She found a good return - Air France to Paris and Toronto with a good interline connection with WestJet to Vancouver. And she was good in responding to bike issues and getting prepaid vouchers for them for the return flight which made things easier at the airport leaving Antananarivo.

So there's all the plugs for the people and organizations that made it all come together and easy (except for pedalling uphill in the heat). So what was the highlight... of course, the entire country, but out of all the great memories, our guide, Colegue, and driver, Tiana, who met us on our initial arrival  and looked after us for the first two weeks - they are the stand-out difference that between ordinary and extraordinary memories. Simply, Colegue and Tiana looked after us really well during the first two weeks - we almost felt like family by the end.

And we learned from Tiana that his son Deric was going to be one of the Malagasy support staff when we were biking. Everybody on the trip got special treatment from the Malagasies, but we were extra-specially looked after by Deric. When the bike trip stopped for rest days in Antananarivo, we went out for dinner with Tiana and Lea (his wife), Deric, his little sister, and his cousin - photo of the group is earlier in the blog.

When we returned to Antananarivo for our last day in Madagascar, we asked that Tiana be our driver if he was available. Indeed he was, and he and Deric met us at the airport and once again lugged our bags around. The surprise at that time was that Colegue was in Antananarivo at the same time and was able to join Tiana and Deric to meet us:

Tiana and Deric on the left, Collegue on the right

The following evening when it was time to head to the airport, Tiana and Deric picked us up at the hotel, then we picked up the bicycles at Ortour, at the same time seeing Michel and thanking him for the arrangements. Then to the airport where, to our surprise, Tiana's entire family was there to bid us farewell....

...and to give us a memory of Madagascar, this collage made by Deric's sister Harena, showing the kings and queens and precious stones of Madagascar. It now hangs proudly in our den.

Then the farewells, through security, and only thirty-six hours later, we'd be in our own home having been picked up by Jamie at the Vancouver airport.

Madagascar... a wonderful two months... gentle, friendly, hard-working people, but a country that now badly needs tourism as a source of hard currency. It's lemurs, chameleons, and other natural wonders are main attractions, but they are all threatened by deforestation and other loss of habitat... a delicate balance... without outside economic sustenance, the forests are the 'affordable' fuel and building material supply for the rural Malagasy population. Without the forests, the lemurs are doomed and so is tourism. And stable, responsible government and ethical business practices are also needed - some of that is an internal Madagascar issue, but poaching and world trade in endangered species come from the outside.

Time to head home - Canada Day in Madagscar

July 1 - here we are spending Canada's 150th birthday in Antananarivo before catching the Air France flight just after midnight tonight.

After finishing bike riding in Antsiranana, or Diego Suarez as it used to be called, we had three more days in the north of Madagascar, the first spending the morning on our own in Diego to wander some areas we hadn't done before....

Two houses down the road from the provincial governor's residence is the derelict
Marine Hotel, dating back to the early 1900s, once a showpiece building, but seriously
damaged by a cyclone in 1984. Part of the façade on the left is shored up with a makeshift
wooden scaffold. You can walk around inside, but be careful, there are unmarked drops
where once were stairways. Not sure that such a site would pass safety standards in
Canada. Not only is it still standing here, but it is an attraction in its own right and
there is a plaque outside explaining its history.

Right beside the Marine Hotel is the Music Pavilion in a park with fountains
 (no longer functional). Once upon a time this must have been a lovely place
for the people of Diego to enjoy music and look out to the approaches to the
harbour...

...but sadly it has fallen into disrepair. Its former beauty is still to be seen, but now
there is only a small set of swings under this tree for kids to play on. Otherwise,
garbage is all around.  

But we found a nice mural of a ringtailed lemur beside a square overlooking
the harbour

...then going to the three bays to the east of Diego...

the beautiful colours of the Indian Ocean

This whole area has incredibly strong winds, generally in excess of 60 km/hr,
even quite early in the morning, so these bays are extremely inviting for kite surfing.
We felt quite sand-blasted on one side from our two-hour walk along these bays.

lots of these crabs, size around 4 to 6 inches, scurrying around on the beach.

This is a French gun emplacement from WW2, installed by the Vichy government
to protect the harbour. Diego Suarez' harbour is described as one of the world's
loveliest harbours, second to Rio de Janeiro, well protected naturally. As we
understand it, there was Allied concern that the Vichy government would allow
German or Japanese naval forces to use the harbour. That would have disrupted
British support convoys. Britain and South Africa invaded and occupied
Madagascar to preclude that.

Remains of all four guns are still in place

A bottle tree and bougainvillea along the walk

Rainbow over Diego the following morning

The following day to the red tsinghy to the southeast - the darker tsinghy from a few days ago was limestone that had been eroded by acid rains from volcanic eruptions many many years ago. The red tsinghy are the much softer sandstone and these result from erosion by rainfall now, so they are a living thing in the sense that new tsinghies develop in the cliffs that get eroded away and their colour starts quite yellow but gets whiter due to exposure to sunlight change, and after a few years, rain ultimately erodes them to nothing.

Tortuous 17-km drive from the highway (the one with huge potholes that we
biked on the last riding day) to get to the tsinghy 

 

 

 

On Thursday we were at the Amber Mountain national park southwest of Diego with primary forest and remnants of old volcanoes. And probably our last lemur sighting, certainly in the wild.

From our hotel room, sunrise over Diego and its harbour

primary forest in Amber Mountain park

Lake in old volcano crater - it's green in winter, amber in fall, and clear
during the summer rainy season.

Two of the country's tiniest chameleons and a stick insect

the Amber Mountain Rock Thrush that is endemic to this region

A crowned lemur above our head eating an orange - the last lemur we have
seen on this trip

Yesterday was a flight back to Antananarivo in the morning, so some time to wander around the lake on which is the war memorial, coming back to the hotel by a different route along a the ridge line behind the lake in the first photo. As well as streets, there are a lot of pedestrian stairways - Ursula's fitbit said we climbed 44 storeys in our walk through this area.

 

The lakeside is popular with the residents, here a number of them playing on
the outdoor fussball tables. Beside this were several boccia games with lots
of people playing and looking on. Sadly, as much as the area is well used, it is
not well maintained, garbage everywhere as well as evidence of zebu and goats
wandering the area

Madagascar gained independence from France in 1960. In some respects, it almost looks like time froze at that point, evidenced by the 60s vintage French cars - Renault 4s and Citroen 2-CVs - that are all over especially as taxis.

 

 

this one contributing to the noxious fumes that we had to inhale all
too often when diesel trucks were on the road

 

As we've said before, non-mechanized transport remains the norm here. We frequently saw large loads on carts being pulled by one or two people in town - here a load of wheelbarrows, but we seen enormous loads of furniture and everything else imagineable.

Time to check out of the hotel and go for lunch - will try to post this in the course of the day. This will be the last post from here, but after we get home, I'll put up one final postscript to this amazing adventure.