Paddling Around Morondava

Awoke at 5am this morning when my fan stopped working to open up my windows. This was apparently one of the time periods when there is no electricity in Morondava, and I had to wait until 7am when the power came back on to be able to connect to WiFi and plan my day.

I was feeling considerably better than the day before, although my stomach was still a bit off after all that constant spewing, and was happy to spend the day in the quiet little fishing village of Morondava. At around 9am I finally got dressed and went to embrace the heat to go and find breakfast. This consisted of a plate of fruit and some fresh juice at the Baobab Café where I was the only person at the restaurant. After eating (and then dashing back to my hotel to get my wallet to pay for my meal … I had somehow left my purse on my bed instead of putting it in my handbag), I went for a sweaty walk around Morondava.

A Hell-Ish Journey from Antananarivo to Morondava*

*title decided upon 1 hour into leaving Antananarivo.

After establishing that I was actually leaving this morning, rather than last night as I had presumed, I went to bed early and woke up at about 4:30am. By 5:15am my taxi driver had arrived to take me to the station. We got there at about 5:30am and there were a lot less people crowding around me unlike the day before. The guy who sold me my ticket (and tried charging me 250,000ariary) the day before, quickly came up to me and took me to his stand again where he asked me to pay the rest of the money I owed him -150,000 ariary. I was not having any of this and was quite mad at him. I refused to pay and he left.