Avenue of the Baobabs was so good we did it all again at sunrise. A totally different but equally magical experience – and it’s interesting to see the difference in the quality of light:
And back for a leisurely breakfast, watching the fishing boats come in… with no karaoke in sight 🙂
An afternoon stroll to the beach saw us take in a local football match:
It was notable for three main reasons: it was 14-a-side on a pitch half the normal size, there was virtually no fouling and everyone played bare-footed.
Pitch-side, women watched the match and fishermen tended to their boats:
And Rudy’s camera (and mine, for that matter) once again brought out the performers:
Souvenir stalls lined the street leading to the beach. Each was selling almost exactly the same thing… small ornaments carved out of wood that can’t be taken out of the country without a permit, decorated turtle shells (*sob*) and shark jaws:
Madagascar needs a serious re-think of its tourist offering 🙁
