Sorry, this entry is only available in German.
Tag: Fahrtag
“Da gibt’s ja nix!”
Sorry, this entry is only available in German.
Die Stadt der langsamen Minuten
Das Straßenschild von Ambilobe ist nicht mehr lesbar
Sorry, this entry is only available in German.
Past Djangoahely
Pantherchamäleon
Sometime tonight, unfortunately, the air conditioning went off. When the room temperature reached a comfortable 35 degrees, I got up and pressed the buttons on the remote control. Contrary to my expectations, the air conditioning went on again. And cooled down to a freezing 25 degrees. Then I got up again to get a little bit of Antibrumm mosquito spray. The mosquitoes here are nasty.
Off to the North
Auf dem Weg nach Antsohihy
Early in the morning, I am on my feet – with my luggage packed up in front of the tent. Directly in front of our community roof, Coquerel Sifakas jump around between two dead trees. In another, a very high tree sits a Broad-Billed roller. The funny name in German is “cinnamon bird” and describes a rather boring rusty brown bird with a yellow beak, Eurystomus glaucurus. Whether he actually rolls cinnamon out of tree bark – there would be suitable trees here – remains unclear for today. Very briefly, two little Grey-headed Love Birds join him a little deeper in the tree.
First chameleons
Hochland
After an estimated two hours of sleep, it is already time to get up again. I am totally tired. Everyone is ready on time at seven. The luggage is ready for loading in front of the door, the backpacks are ready to hand. And then nothing happens. Nothing at all. The traffic in Antananarivo has Dimby and the other guys under control. Or traffic jams, rather. Well, all newcomers will learn about mora, mora in Madagascar. After all, everyone is finally arriving: Gris, Dimby, Jose, Fitah, Leon and Mamy as the old team.
Hochwasser
Hochwasser nach Zyklon Eliakim
Sorry, this entry is only available in German.
Rambutan und rote Panther
Pantherchamäleon
Ich sitze gerade an meinem Zebu-Sandwich, als die Indris leise aus dem Regenwald zu hören sind. Ihr Gesang untermalt mein Frühstück hervorragend, auch wenn es eigentlich wie immer viel zu früh ist.
Ein Hoch auf den TÜV
Herausgeputzter Käfer an der RN2
Schon um halb Sechs klingelt der Wecker. Es dämmert gerade erst, und ich gehe erstmal unter die Dusche. Ohne Haare diesmal. Im Hochland ist es um diese Zeit nämlich noch recht kühl, so dass es ohne Föhn auch auf dem Kopf eher kalt wird.