Alors.... Je suis la. I thought i was gonna die on my flight to Joburg. You know a 14 hr flight is going poorly when you are already bored out of your mind and then you realize that, wow you actually have 10 hours left. Rough but i survived. Travel zen
We took a walk down the street from our hotel and my observations were as follows
Overstimulationoverstimulation3hoursofsleepinthepasttwo days. Pretty orange flowers. Trying to walk nonchalantly while literally everyone is staring at you like.... wtf is this awkward white girl doing here.. A woman with a bag of rice the size of a small hippo on her head, barefoot. That guy is 45 and rocking a spiderman hat. Props. After five minutes we have amassed an entourage of like 25 highschool aged boys who are trying to speak to us in italian. Rollin deeeep. Bonjiorno! No, pas de tout the word for hello is salama, or something. almost get hit by a car but just once.
Malagasy people are petite. i feel like an awkward albino giant like a big abominable snowman in the supermarket. But i do not feel unwelcome because there is definitely a friendly vibe in the air.
I really only walked down one street and am really just writing this so i can stay up past 8 pm, but these are my scattered sleep deprived first impressions. 8:22 and it is this chicas bedtimeeeeeee peace oooot
