Writing this logbook turns out to be more difficult and exhausting as expected. First, you need internet. Can't get it everywhere. Second, you need time. But we have lots of stuff to do, go to, organize, images reviewing, video checking, copying. Third, you need muse. And a bit of silence. Since so many many many things happen and are willing to be discovered, muse becomes a rare source.
It was very scary. Klara was fevering. She couldn't move, her legs hurt, were burning. The manager of the place we have been was a big help. He got us penicillin. It helped to recover the wound, but also emerged some depression and digestion problems. We were stuck in paradise. Sick and afraid. But in all evil, the seed of good finds a hideout to raise.
It got even worse. The phone and internet connection of all island Saint Marie broke down. Because of that it was impossible to get money from the banks. Next, the shipping company changed plans. That led us to not be able to get to Masoala National park. Ile Saint Marie became our dead end for the first half of our journey. Something good in something bad: The manager of hotel La Crique gave us a very sophisticated interview about ecotourism and the way Madagascar works.
We hopped on our bikes and had the most beautiful road views ever. Except for some hills that nearly killed untrained Johannes, most of the time it was rolling down the highlands. Beauty all around. It was captivating. Every good inhabits something bad. The bad thing that we've experienced, was that we didn't make it to our shelter of choice. Instead, right after dark - taxi brousses are the natural enemies of bikers especially at night - we made it into a stinky little village where a Monsieur Joseph offered us his only little rathole for an unfair price.
Read the full version of Karsten's loogbook entry along with more great images on With Love from Madagascar.
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