October 2: After a short overnight in Fort Dauphin, we took an early-morning flight to Tulear and boarded a bus to drive to Isalo National Park, remarkable for its sandstone formations and a wide range of other terrain. The road was good, but it was a long drive. Seen along the way:
Many rice fields are being turned into brick manufacturies.
A village woman carrying some sticks (for firewood?)
One of the many large and elaborate tombs that dot the landscape.
Chameleon held on a stick by a boy, who earned a half-euro for positioning it against the distant hill
Waiting, probably for one of the overcrowded but functional bush taxis, while a pedicab driver hopes for a fare.
Panning for sapphires (and washing a car) in the river that runs through Ilakaka, a boom mining town near Isalo National Park
We stayed for two nights at the Relais de la Reine neighboring the park. Elaborate, finely done stonework adorns every surface, echoing the spectacular rock formations in the park.
Brightly colored lichens paint the sandstone surfaces.