After a 12 hour delay from Jo'burg we landed in the capital, Tana for short, and quickly decided to take it easy for a couple of days in this likable city to recover from the flight. The French were the colonial power and they left their mark on the capital, most noticibly in the battered but quaint Citroen and Renault taxis and the cafe up the road from the hotel serving fresh Pain au Chocolat et Pain au Fromage everyday. Tana is built on a set of hills in the central highlands which offers excellent views from the top of the hills and squalid living conditions for those who live at the bottom. Madagascar used to be quite prosperous but now it is one of the poorest countries in the world and nowhere is this more evident than Tana where beggars swarm round the Vazahs (tourists) at every opportunity.
This didn't bother us too much though and we had a lovely couple of days wondering the streets and trying to remember our GCSE French. Jo immediately went to the top of the class. My French is so bad I wasn't even allowed to take the exam so I focused on learning a little bit of the local lingo Malagasy. We then booked a ticket for the dreaded Taxi-Brousse to head south.
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