
The ship spent a day cruising around the southern tip of Madagascar to our next destination, Taolanaro. It was here we were to take an excursion to a nature preserve, the Nahampoana Private Reserve, and see the famous lemurs. Needless to say we were excited. We’d missed seeing them at Ambodifotatra. Apparently there was a botanical garden where we could have gone to see some.

We were in the middle of nowhere. In any direction you could not see civilization. We were at a container dock but not a terribly large one. Passengers were not allowed to walk on the pier to the port entrance and excursion buses were not allowed down by the ship so we had to ride a school bus about 1500 feet to the entrance and then walk through a straw market to our excursion vehicles. Some were mini buses and others were old school buses.

We turned onto a dirt road that was rutted so badly there were places I thought the holes would swallow the bus. I think we scrapped bottom several times. Kenny, our guide, told us that each year the politicians running for office come and promise they will fix the road if elected. It never happens. Looks like politics are politics the world over.
Thankful for the breeze blowing through the open windows, we didn’t entirely miss the air conditioning. The scenery was amazing. Women carrying large baskets and one, a cooler, on top of their heads walked along the road as they went about their daily chores. One man we passed by was said to walk 2 ½ miles to work and back again with a large bundle hanging from a pole balanced on his shoulder.
There were a couple of herds of what looked to me like Brahman cattle. They had a different name for them that I didn’t quite understand but they were an important possession if you wanted to get married as they were usually a part of a dowry.

It didn’t take long before we met our first chameleon. A young man held one on the end of a stick and then placed him on a tree for photographs. The chameleon has a translucent outer skin that shows the colors he turns when he is emotionally upset.
Soon we were off the trail and under trees watching lemurs lolling in the trees just above our heads. Or were they watching us? They seemed unconcerned about so many people invading their territory but I guess as long as we weren’t furry with long tails and climbing trees it was okay with them.

A group of energetic entertainers were putting on quite a show at the spot where we could get a cold drink and most could find a spot to rest a bit. They wore colorful traditional clothing (I assume) and could dance up a storm—a dust storm. One little gal kicked up quite a dust cloud with her nibble quick feet as other played the rhythm on a drum. At one point a man (perhaps the father) put a little boy on his shoulders and danced around blowing a whistle. At first I wasn’t sure the boy was enjoying it and then he broke out into a big smile.


Back at the ship, I immediately hit the shower. I was drenched in sweat. I hadn’t realized just how bad it was until then. I had been too interested in what we were seeing to complain of the heat. Exhausted after lunch, I took a nap and then looked at my pictures. Wow! What a morning!
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