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I wanted to get out of Eva’s hair for a few days even though she insists I am no imposition (I’ve been here for two weeks) so I planned a small trip to Andasibe. Eva is very careful and when she went over the plan with me she decided it would not be safe for me to travel alone on the taxi brousse to Andasibe, so she asked their longtime maid, Mamaline, to accompany me. Mamaline said she would love a short vacation so it worked out perfectly; she would get a little vacation and I would be safe. Mamaline is 62, but she appears to be in her 40’s because she is so alive and the smile that dances in her eyes is so young and full of adventure. We walked down the crowded streets of Antananarivo, weaving between cars, people, stuff being sold, and all the terrible chaos of a city. Down, down, down to the bottom of the monstrous hill where the taxi brusse station waited. When the ground became flat and we started seeing taxi brousses parked and being loaded with strange things and far too many people for the seats, a swarm of boisterous and aggressive taxi drivers surrounded us on all sides. They were yelling in Malagasy. They grabbed our shoulders to get our attention. They poked and pointed and yelled too much. This is why Eva wanted Mamaline to join me. Chaos. I have never seen anything like this and I have lived in India for four months. This was completely insane. Mamaline caught my eye and winked. Ha-hah she laughed, we go to the ticket counter. Even at the counter, men were grabbing at Mamaline (they had begun ignoring me once they realized I was Mamaline’s tag-along). She somehow managed to slide money under the counter and secure two tickets to Andasibe. We pushed through the crazy people in search of the Kafimanga brousse that would bring us to our transfer station in Moramanga. It was a blue bus as the name kafi-‘MANGA” meaning blue) suggests. I sat by the window on a then empty bench. People trickled in for about 40 minutes until every body and piece of luggage was nicely squished on board. The bus rolled out of the station into Tana traffic. I stared out the window growing sleepy from the bumpy ride, lack of oxygen, and heat. I dozed or almost dozed until we reached Moramanga. This was similar madness. On another Kafimanga we sat at the edge of our seats excited for our imminent arrival into the tropical forest of Andasibe. The girl behind me vomited into a blue plastic bag. My first impulse was to lean forward for fear of becoming the blue plastic bag when the bus bumped or rounded a bend, but on second impulse I turned around and said: Ca Va” ? you OK? She and her boyfriend said “oui, oui” and the vomit never landed on me (miraculously). I think it was motion sickness.
Mamaline pointed to a sign “Andasibe —>” I squirmed in my seat. The bus stopped and we hurried off it before it was too late. We walked to our hotel Feon ny Ala. After dropping off our small packs, we decided to search for bicycles (Mamaline is a serious bicyclist!). We walked and walked only to discover that the only hotel that actually rents bicycles was our very own. We headed to the national park to gather information for tomorrow’s big hike. You have to go with a guide. Ugh. I made arrangements to meet a guide early the next morning. I wasn’t thrilled about this, but it is the only way here. We went for dinner. Mamaline insisted on a traditional Malagasy restaurant and when I tried to eat there I discovered they had no vegetarian options so I had to go eat at the hotel instead. I ate alone (I am becoming an expert). I talked to a French couple about hiking together the next day maybe. The forest right beyond the balcony of the restaurant was alive with the birds’ last calls for the day, lemurs being territorial, crickets chirping to find each other, cicadas, and too close to my ears, the incessant hum of the mosquito. We turned in early, drifted off to the sounds of a tropical forest full of nocturnal creatures.
I woke around 6 but the sky was already light. There was mist everywhere. The lemurs were hollering to each other. I can imitate the brown lemur expertly now that I listened to them whine for three days. I hurried to breakfast where I enjoyed coffee and eggs and watched lemurs dangling from trees and birds flashing their red under-wing feathers. Feeling nicely full and ready for a trek I set off at a fast clip for the park entrance. I found my guide and we were off… well, not really. We were off in search of breakfast for the guide because he apparently didn’t want to have breakfast before the hike but wanted to go out to eat during the hike. After he finished, we walked back to the entrance of the park and began the “medicinal plant hike”. I chose this one hoping that he would show me plants that can be used to heal ulcers. And he did! The forest is a pharmacopeia of exotic plants. The skin diseases that I saw everyday in India have medicines growing in this forest: tinea ungium, tinea corporis, syphilis, leprosy, other maladies like yellow fever, headaches, profuse bleeding, among others. I practiced recognizing potos scandise, a vine whose leaves can be crushed into a compress to heal ulcers in leprosy. I will search for this plant in Antalaha.
I spent part of the afternoon at the top of a mountain beneath tall iupak trees where two Indri lemurs enjoyed a leafy lunch. They were not at all concerned with me. These partners were about 40 yrs old so I am sure they have seen plenty of harmless tourists like me before, snapping, staring, pointing, not budging. The Indri can live to be 80 years old. They are intelligent and the Malagasy people consider them to be sacred. The legend goes that a little boy was playing in the forest and became ill and fell down. The Indri, watching him from the trees above were concerned with the boy. They descended down from their perches and scooped him up and carried him back to his village. The people in the village called the lemur babakodo for father of the forest. Looking at these monogamous, gentle, venerable vegetarians I can imagine the legend vividly. In the Vakuna ecosystem of a single plant I saw a 3D spiderweb, a lizard, snakes, chameleons, praying mantis, cricket, cicadas. There is a ringing in the forest that sounds like someone is drilling into your brain.