Next stop Madagascar, no plans, no guide book, but new travel buddy, Aussie Andrew. Immediately the country is very different to the Africa I've seen before. The Malagasys think of themselves as more Asian than African and it's noticeable. They speak French and Malagasy, so my GCSE French comes out of the woodwork. The capital Antananarivo is quite built up and hilly, with old French cars everywhere, mainly Citroen 2CVs. It feels like going back in time or on the set of dodgy old 70s French film. The B&B owner suggests we hire a car and drive south to Tulear and then fly back to Tana (Antananarivo) as we don't have much time, so we split up, I go to the car rental place, Andrew queues at the Madagascar Air office. We meet back an hour
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