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new year's in tulear |
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New Year's eve we (Adam, Ashita, Adam's friend from home Ben, Shelly, a French friend of ours Gael, Gael's girlfriend, and I) went to the most fun club I had ever prior or have ever since been to in Madagascar. It was down the beach from our bungalows, maybe two kilometers away. Complete Malagasy place...we were the only non-Malagasy people there. It was hot in there, but the live music was amazing. |
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After travelling all day by taxi-brousse to get to Tulear ville, we then took a bus, a motor boat, and a Range Rover to get to Anakao, the beach where we spent New Year's eve. Here, myself and Adam face away from a view of the ocean en route to Anakao (we still had to take the motor boat and the 4x4 from where we stood here...gotta love travel in Madagascar). |
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The "tsapika" band that played the club in Anakao...the woman sitting down is the singer. Every once in a while she would stand up to the microphone and sing some vocals to accompany the band, but mostly she let them do their thing, which is this incredibly up-tempo music dominated by a ringing guitar sound that literally means "moving forward" (I think). Tulear, by the way, is known for having some of the best music on the island. |
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Myself, Adam, Ashita, and Ben sitting around our last evening in Anakao, enjoying a relaxing night after all the New Year's eve craziness. After going to that club, we walked down the beach to the opposite side of Anakao, where we hung out with a group of French volunteers who had a bonfire going. I don't remember when I got back home that night, only that I lost my flip-flops somewhere along the way home. |
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Myself and Adam toasting to the end of a good vacation, my first one in Madagascar. I can't tell you how nice it was to get out of my village for a week while I was still struggling with the language and the cultural adjustment...to be with American friends was a great thing. To be at the beach in Madagascar, and to swim in the Indian Ocean for the first time, was also not too shabby. I came back to my village a little sunburned but no worse for the wear. |
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Ashita and I took a taxi-brousse back from Tulear together, while the others from our group went in different directions. It turns out that we shared our particular taxi-brousse with a group of Malagasy University of Fianarantsoa students coming back from their spring break vacation to Tulear. We tried to win them over with some of our American music, but they didn't like it very much...mostly, they were just loud and obnoxious...and made fun of our music. But, Ashita and I still managed to have a good time. |
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