30th December 2011
24.12.2011 - 14.01.2012 35 °C
That’s all we do. It’s that simple and I’m quite fond of it. When we’re not doing that, we're drinking some of the 78kg of alcohol we hauled over and playing cards. Or feeling the sway of the boat. Or getting diarrhoea. Or waiting for the next monstrous storm to arrive. Or spraying Tabard and Peaceful Sleep on every inch of exposed skin. Or squashing Sand Flies. Or eating Malagasy rice. Again.
All in all, life is good.
We’re on day 3, I think, of our Dhow Trip.
Day one was uncomfortable. I drank too much wine after getting back from the north and dealing with the mental stress of getting a ferry back with 4 other people, 3 bikes and a quad bike in a very third world country. Therefore, I was hung over and didn’t quite find peace with a boat rocking from side to side for hours. I pushed on through and we stopped for a brilliant snorkel and swim at Nosy Tanikely. I was sorted in a split second.
The night was spent at Lokobe in a tented camp. I woke up shaking (apparently) after the loudest blast of thunder I have ever heard erupted directly above us. So did everybody else. I believe some of the shakes were due to sun stroke though.
Day two involved a 3 hour boat ride to Mahalina, which was relatively pleasant considering I decided wine to be a bad idea the night before and because bedtime is usually earlier than 9pm. The camp consists of traditional beach bungalows on a long beach on the mainland.
Day three, today, was spent sailing from Mahalina to Ankazbiravina Marine Reserve to snorkel and then on to Russian Bay where we’re “docked” for two nights. Snorkelling at Ankazbiravina was compromised by a thousand jelly fish and a million crackling, stinging things in the water.
Tomorrow we’re going to fish in the morning and then we’re heading to “South Africa” Island to snorkel.
I believe New Year will be quite festive. The locals from the small village here are set up with what sounds like a pretty efficient sound system and some jamming reggae.
This is our view overlooking Russian Bay:
I need to sleep. It’s 8pm. My stomach is playing up like everyone else’s. I’m sticky and I’m tired of being bitten by everything with six legs.