The avenue of baobabs. Certain japanese tour operators stop in Madagascar for one night to see these baobabs. Then off they are to another fancy African destination. This is a touristy spot but it deserves to be so.

A zebu cart and baobabs in the background. Spot my shadow. Zebu carts are all over Madagascar. They're cheap and they work well. It's the one vehicle I didn't take.

I said it was touristy, I know, but we are in the low season, and Madagascar only gets 200,000 tourists a year. That was last year; this year doesn't seem as good, but I don't have the numbers. I've been told that Japanese buses come for the sunset a few times a week; the Japanese are clad in all white. Give them a white mask and throw them in a hospital. Germs can be scary.

Another daily reality of the Malagasy bush: zebu herds. They are everwhere. A zebu is much like a cow except for the hump. For many ethnies, they are a source of wealth. A very good zebu can cost up to 400 euros.

Just a tree. For photographers, the shots I took on Agfa film turned out significantly better than the ones on Fuji. I'd like to understand why.
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