Today, you can rest assured, was a horrific day with continuous shit music from the same cassette tape, in a shitty van with a driver that I can count among the top 5 worst driver .. as bad as his music style is, that's how bad he is a driving style. Of that screaming music in French and English with 3 modulations in addition. Something like 'because of you' all day long. I can't really call it a tourist outing. The taxi van to the south drives like crazy.. There were all kinds of stands along the side with a kind of small kabosy-like banjo ukuleles, but that didn't work out. Good luck with these trucks then.. The only thing that helps me through is the smell of my own armpit..
I see a landscape of mainly rice fields and stacked bricks that still have to be baked. The ride takes a total of 11 hours. Chaos is everywhere in the cities. Along the road I saw a girl with an old bowl on her head as a headgear. On arrival in Fianarantsoa we were immediately surrounded by pushy taxi drivers ringing keys. There were also 2 Italians in the van who were picked up by a sister. We thought we were going to a Catholic Complex which we had read in the travel guide. The sister did not understand what we meant. She had a sturdy man with her who was apparently the driver. There was discussion among themselves about the place to sleep, but we understood that it probably wouldn't work. Not where those 2 girls would spend the night. They also didn't know what we meant by that Catholic Complex where, according to the travel guide, there were really more than 30 rooms. We have not found that Complex that was located in the center. We were, with sister and all, crammed into the backseat. The first stop, on the outskirts of town, was the first stop. We had to get out and slept that night in the monastery of the Jesuits. Each in their own room. Delicious!
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