Anyway back to the trip. Once we were finished with the shopping (we also bought some biscuits and an eight-pack of coke) we left the town and went on the way to Ihazofotsy. The street is reasonably good if you know how to 4WD and don’t mind rough roads… not that you have a choice. The problem is more that the drivers of the various vehicles are driving absolutetly crazy. Taxi-Brousses for example are usually so packed with people and luggage that any traffic safety person would probably collaps just looking at it. Meters above the vehicles there is luggage tied to the roof (tied if they did a good job) and if you believe that a bus here is full when you can’t move anymore then you are wrong. If it is full they
stuff at least another twenty people in. So people with a fear of body contact are wrong in this country. I also believe that Malagasy people would not survive without the horn. They are tooting the horn without a stop… outside the town it usually means to get your butt off the road as fast as you can. Within towns it can either mean the same or it is a “taxi” and wants to let you know that it’s passing by so that you can get on if you want. After a few hours we had a lunch break in which we only ate some sambossas and bananas. Jacques and Tahiana ate in a little hotely at the side of the street. We only had some beer and coke there, but it is amazing how fast they serve the food there… faster than any fast food shop really. Typical Malagasy food is rice (no kidding ^^) and a bit of meat (there isn’t much meat as it is usually some strange part of a chicken with mainly bone and hardly any meat usually).
Anyway back to the trip. Once we were finished with the shopping (we also bought some biscuits and an eight-pack of coke) we left the town and went on the way to Ihazofotsy. The street is reasonably good if you know how to 4WD and don’t mind rough roads… not that you have a choice. The problem is more that the drivers of the various vehicles are driving absolutetly crazy. Taxi-Brousses for example are usually so packed with people and luggage that any traffic safety person would probably collaps just looking at it. Meters above the vehicles there is luggage tied to the roof (tied if they did a good job) and if you believe that a bus here is full when you can’t move anymore then you are wrong. If it is full they 
stuff at least another twenty people in. So people with a fear of body contact are wrong in this country. I also believe that Malagasy people would not survive without the horn. They are tooting the horn without a stop… outside the town it usually means to get your butt off the road as fast as you can. Within towns it can either mean the same or it is a “taxi” and wants to let you know that it’s passing by so that you can get on if you want. After a few hours we had a lunch break in which we only ate some sambossas and bananas. Jacques and Tahiana ate in a little hotely at the side of the street. We only had some beer and coke there, but it is amazing how fast they serve the food there… faster than any fast food shop really. Typical Malagasy food is rice (no kidding ^^) and a bit of meat (there isn’t much meat as it is usually some strange part of a chicken with mainly bone and hardly any meat usually).
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