Madagascar🇲🇬Crawling our way back to Tana

And with a magical Tsingy National Park, being an arisen seabed shaped by acid rains into a bizarre landscape, worth all the risks we had taken, our trip came to an end. What was left was a drive back with our “repaired” car to Antananarivo (‘Tana’). “Repaired” meant we could drive 50km/h maximum and mountain-up was truck speed. And topping it off with a last taxi ride to city center, where the taxi driver was nearsighted, headlights were off (as many Malagasy do to save on costs for replacing them) and all windows were fogged. With my own maps.me I could tell him where to turn left and right being our last life-line to get to our last hostel.

Summarising, Madagascar was an incredibly special trip and has created a memory I will never loose. Not the bizarre flora&fauna-trip I had envisaged, but on another scale perhaps even more interesting.

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