Madagascar
By Bicycle, October-November 1999
By Bicycle, October-November 1999
A Golden Shower….the Starbucks Tour of Madagascar….blown off course onto the Bolivian Altiplano …whale calls in the forest….party leaves 400 dead ….and introducing the condom index
Madagascar is a former French colony and uses Malagasy Ariary (Francs) as currency.
Our general route
Malagasy bank note
We flew Air Madagascar from Johannesburg to Antananarivo (Tana) enjoying French wine and beer, British gin, Dutch tonic and South African food on the plane. The bike ride into Tana was through rice paddies similar to those around Katmandu, the city road surfaces were as poor as those in the Congo, the traffic pollution like Bangkok or /Bratislava and we ended the day with a fantastic meal at an Indonesian restaurant. Globalization may not have arrived in Madagascar yet, but our arrival day sure felt International.
We sorted out our bikes and rode from the airport into the capital city of Tana (Antanaanarivo) which swirls with excitement.
Our first night in Tana; the hotel was full so we camped out on the deck.
Over 2 days we went south 340 kilometres via taxi-brousse (bush taxi) which are often Peugot 404 or 505's in varying stages of decay full of passengers in varying states of discomfort. Our mountain bikes were roped on the roof racks (pas de probleme).
In Tana, we loaded up our bike atop a taxi-brousse (bush taxi) and headed south.
Hotel Violette, Ambositra
View from our Ambositra hotel
Loaded up and ready to go in Ambositra.
Our first challenge was 25 kilometres of 'categoire I' road which turned out to be rocky, hilly, dusty and bloody hot. Traveling at an average speed of 9 kph, we wondered 'why are we here?' and 'why are we on bicycles?'. Then suddenly, tarmac, rain forest and a fantastic river valley appeared and all pain was forgotten and then we arrived at Ranomafana National Park and its lovely campsite.
On our own steam
Beautiful riding
Ranomafana National Park
Sheila was showered with gifts on her birthday including a present from the park warden and with numerous lemur encounters. While standing below a Golden Bamboo lemur (a species only discovered in 1986), Glenn remarked 'If it decides to pee, we're going to get wet". It happened. Instead of a cake and candles, we smeared banana on trees at a feeding-station and were joined by the star attraction of Ranomafana; the energetic, nocturnal mouse lemurs (weighing in at 45 grams). Oh yes, the giraffe weevil joined in the birthday festivities too.
At Ranomafana we met a group of Americans (Jerry, Pam, Blair and Jennifer) who had just completed a rain forest hike in North-East Madagascar and they kindly gave us their surplus food supplies. We left the park with panniers bursting with among other goodies, Gator-ade and Starbucks coffee. With Madagascar awash with bananas and scoring high on the banana index, it was fitting that we also left with banana flavored Jello pudding and dehydrated bananas!
Eastern wooly lemur
Energetic mouse lemurs, weigh in at 45 grams
We met a group of Americans (Jerry, Pam, Blair and Jennifer) who had just completed a rain forest hike in NE Madagascar and they kindly gave us their surplus food.
We pedaled down and up a further 150 kilometres to the coast on a paved road that deteriorated the further we progressed, with negligible traffic through mixed bush and farmland (rice paddies, bananas and some coffee). The people are incredibly poor; almost everyone we encountered was barefoot, mostly in rags. The constant smiles and greetings made us feel like the King and Queen of England.
Scenery & deforestation on the ride to the coast
Sponge bath at a wild camp
On the road to Mananjary
On the road to Mananjary. We filled up a water bottle in this village and created quite a commotion.
Mananjary has a great beach if you don't mind the sharks or the undertow, so we just ate fish instead. Back up in the highlands (8 hour taxi-brousse ride) at Fianaratsoa, many of the televisions are cabled into a satellite dish owned by the mayor. He is the local media mogul with his channel surfing remote; whatever he selects is what everyone else watches.
Laundry day at the Hotel Jardin de la Mer in Mananjary
The hazards of travel
The bikes go back on top of the taxi-brousse for the return trip inland. At one point, we had 32 passengers in the taxi.
From Fianar, it was back on the saddle through a curious mixture of rice paddies and vineyards to Ambalavao, followed by 2 days of scenic riding through more incredibly poor villages and granite mountains to Ihosy. After a big climb powered by Starbucks coffee up onto the Morombe plateau, we picked up a terrific tailwind and thought we had it 'made in the shade'. There is, by the way, no shade in Southern Madagascar. Alas, we hit 40 kilometres of rutted, sometimes corrugated dirt/sandy road. It was surreal: blown along a bad road across a grassy plain dotted with thousands of termite mounds with mountains in the far off distance. It felt like the Bolivian altiplano and we fully expected Indian ladies to pop up wearing bowler hats.
Heading SW from Fianaratsoa towards Ambalavao
On the road to Ambalavao .
Ambalavao is an interesting medieval town.
Ambalavao
The long dry ride from Ambalavao to Ihosy
On the way to Ihosy
There was not much traffic on the highway
And then the bitumen disappeared..... Madagascar is also known as the red island.
At Isalo National Park, it was more lemurs, lush canyons and great walking amidst the sandstone range. We accepted the generosity of Eric and Alexandra (Lyon, France) and accompanied them to the west coast in their 4WD vehicle. We deprived ourselves of up and down cycling in the blistering heat with water hard to find. Perhaps it was nostalgia or yearning for those days with 'Magnum', the Mazda 4WD, or perhaps it was the flu that knocked Sheila on her back, but it was a sign that we are getting soft.
The Isalo Ranch (hotel) was an excellent spot from which to explore Isalo National Park.
Isalo National Park.
Vernaux's Sifaka in Isalo
Ring tailed lemurs in Isalo
The piscine naturelle was exceptional after a hot day in Isalo National Park.
Eric and Alexandra (Lyons, France) generously drove us to the west coast.
Eric and Alexandra knew how to travel!
A few days on the western shores of Madagascar at Ifaty beach (very good French seafood), an unsuccessful 5 hour attempt to fly north to Morondava (space for us but not for our bikes) and we began the grueling return back to Tana. In another nostalgic twist, we took a Tata bus (made in India) for 10 agonizing hours on the first leg. Twin seats are built into the bus aisles requiring a "Rubik's cube" like precision to loading the passengers. As is always the case in Madagascar, 4 people sit where 3 would be a very tight fit. Strangely, bus staff handed out free cokes to all passengers mid-way through the journey while our bikes rode on top with the chickens.
After a dizzy taxi-brousse ride, the constant hounding of 'pousse-pousse' drivers (hand drawn rickshaws) in Antsirabe, we cycled onto Tana. Enroute we were greeted by hundreds of hysterical children who judging by the frenzy must have mistaken us for the Spice Girls.
Changing hotels at Ifaty Beach
Ifaty beach hut
We did not have the appetite to ride north on sandy tracks.. We tried to fly north so we could ride back to Tana through the middle of the island but that didn't work out.
A typical Malagasy town
Antisaribe post office
Urban Malagasy life
In Tana, we were no longer chased by armies of adoring fans but we did face a brigade of mozzies in our hotel room. As we were without a mosquito net, we smeared on insect repellent and lighted two 'Big Tox' mosquito coils almost asphyxiating ourselves. On our ride to the eastern edge of Tana, the traffic pollution was probably equal to lighting a whole box full of 'Big Tox' coils in a hotel room. We took a bus 40 kilometres east of the city and purchased an extra ticket enabling us to sit sideways (our legs are apparently longer than the Malagasy standard).
We rode down to the rain forest of Périnet and met up with Esther and Howard (cyclists from Birmingham, England). We all chased Indri, large teddy-bear like lemurs and their peculiar cry, a cross between a whale call, an oboe and the high pitch sound of air escaping from a balloon. The chameleons were spectacular, as were the dwarf lemurs that put on a performance in front of our bungalow one evening.
Just up the road at Andasibe-Matahadia National Park we stayed 2 nights at a 'top ten' campsite. It was amidst an archetypal rain forest with plenty of frogs at the base of a jungle waterfall and beneath an 8 metre tall tree fern. A red nocturnal snake worked in tandem with a mouse, creating a diversion to allow the mouse a chance to grab some of our food. Indri lemurs provided our morning wake-up call so that we wouldn't miss our sightings of Sifaka lemur during the day. A roll of film was damaged later, so we don't have any photos of this beautiful area.
We stayed at a cockroach hotel enroute to the coast. A sandy track led us to Ambila-Lemaitso so that we could swim in the Pangelin Canal, listen to semi-tame lemurs tap dancing on our bungalow roof and chow down some superb seafood at 'Les Alyzés'. Our dinner was so elaborate that we thought it was going to bankrupt us, but it cost no more than average. We almost decided to stay another night for food like that.
Indri lemur are incredible to listen to.
Indri lemur
There was a lemur on the roof at our hotel at Ambila. Fabulous seafood there too.
The ferry at Ambila-sud.
On the road to Toamasina
At the Ivoloina lemur 'rehabilitation centre', we watched some over anxious Black & White Ruffed lemurs in the kitchen digging through the trash can for mango peels while the rest of the lemurs waited rather impatiently outside.
Ivoloina Reserve
Black and white ruffed lemur at Ivoloina Reserve
Brown lemurs at Ivoloina Reserve
Ivoloina Reserve
Ivoloina Reserve
At this point, the cycling took a turn for the better. The Indian Ocean was on our right. We had frequent fresh coconuts and watermelon slices from roadside vendors in the lush tropical environment. Early starts (6:00 a.m.) permitted afternoons at the beach: this is what all bicycle touring should be like. We liked one spot so much that we stayed 3 nights (Fénérive Est) and enjoyed the beautiful white sand beach and nice bungalows before continuing on.
A snack stop
We hit the beach at Fènérive-Est.
View from our Fènérive-Est hotel. We took a dugout to the offshore island.
Black and white ruffed lemur living on island off Fènérive-Est.
A 2-hour boat ride brought us to Ile Sainte Marie only to discover that we were late. We were 300 years too late for one of the greatest parties of all time. The island was once a pirate hangout; on one occasion, pirates partied on the contents of a commandeered ship carrying a bellyful of whiskey. 400 died of alcohol excess.
Our Ile Sainte Marie visit may have been a great deal less exciting than a pirate's party, but it had its comical moments. A table cloth caught fire from a banana flambé. A lemur sitting on Glenn's shoulder had a tantrum because Glenn wouldn't share his Coca-Cola. We watched the tree people sitting precariously on branches while they harvested the clove crop. But mostly we just swam, snorkeled, lounged, read, ate seafood and fresh lychees and cycled around the delightful island wishing we had 3 weeks not just 2 weeks on the island.
So our Madagascar trip started out with the somewhat disappointing South, but at the end of our sojourn we wished we could stay longer!
The north end of Île Ste Marie
Île Ste Marie
The Hibiscus Bungalows on the west coast of Île Ste Marie.
Hotel transfer, Île Ste Marie
We spent six nights at the Atafana Bungalows, Île Ste Marie.
Chameleons are found all over Madagascar
Bike excursion from Atafana Bungalows
A trip across a lagoon to access the SW beaches
Memories of Île Ste Marie
TRAVEL NOTES
On the road to Budapest: we traveled with a Hungarian map of Madagascar. The only connection we could see between the 2 countries is that town names are equally unpronounceable.
What happens when 2 vazaha (foreigners) cycle through a Madagascar village: even the dogs stare. Then the smiles break out. The kids start running to the road. The hands start to wave and greetings come from everywhere.
Vanilla Ice Cream: 80% of the world's vanilla is grown in Madagascar, Réunion and the Comoros. 90% of the crop goes to the USA for Ice Cream making.
Painted on an Ile Sainte Marie taxi's hood: Tout est beau.
MADAGASCAR: THE REAL STORY
Poverty: this is the most obvious characteristic of the country. Children sift through garbage heaps. The World Bank ranked Madagascar's per capita GNP183 out of 203 countries. It is shocking.
Health Risks: Malaria and Bilharzia thrive. There was a cholera epidemic when we were there. We had no tummy problems. We took Lariam as a malarial prophylaxis with its delightful side effect of lucid dreams. Another Lariam side-effect can be paranoia but we were unaffected by the pink elephants (from Puros Namibia) and the giant green lemurs which always followed us.
Drinking Water: The tap water in many towns is full of all sorts of interesting floating particles. Many village water sources are from dirty rivers.
Eco-tourism: Some of the micro National Parks are overwhelmed, particularly in August, when up to 400 tourists/day descend on Ranomafana chasing after the same lemurs.
Why do tourists go to Madagascar? The French go there in droves because it it's a third world country where they don't have to speak English. Everyone else goes there because they think the French are onto something. Then no one admits that it wasn't terrific after paying all that airfare to get there. It is nevertheless, a unique country.
FOR THE RECORD
Banana Index: 60 for 1 USD
Mango Index: 60 for 1 USD (west coast)
Condom Index: 20 packs of 3 or 60 for 1 USD (widely available)
Kilometres by bicycle: 1725
Flat tires: 1
Number of times chased by dogs: none
Kilometres by taxi-brousse: 1020
Kilometres with Eric & Alexandra: 365
Most passengers in our taxi-brousse (Peugot 404): 32
Other Cycle tourists seen: 8
Madagascar tent nights: 11
Lemur species seen in the wild: Eastern Woolly, Greater Dwarf, Golden Bamboo, Grey Bamboo, Indri, Ring-tailed, Brown, Red-fronted, Red-bellied, Brown Mouse, Diademed Sifaka, Milne-Edwards, Verreaux's Sifaka and Black and White Ruffed
PHOTO ALBUM & RIDING NOTES