This week's new experiences included a trip 15 miles north of Toliara. Bishop Todd drove their 4-wheel drive truck along the main road northeast. In a second set of pictures from this trip you will see some of the scenes along the road as we returned to Toliara. We stayed at a peaceful resort by the ocean that has incredible views and great fresh seafood. While there, we took a tour in an cart pulled by two zebu into the "spiny forest" to see all sorts of cacti and baobob trees.
The forest is very old and has a number of baobobs that are quite old -- the oldest we saw was 800 years old. The one below is unusual as it has four trunks.
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The "spiny forest" is thick with large cacti called octopus cacti because they look like huge octopuses waving their spiny arms. Some of the arms had very green spikes, new growth. Others looked dead and fragile, but apparently remain on the cacti for a very long time.
The baobob, according to our guide, is distinguished by its fruit (large balls on tree) that are somewhat like peaches. This one seemed quite stable despite its very distinct leaning.
The baobab below is the one believed to be 800 years old. We felt very insignificant next to its trunk. The aloe plant to the right had bright red blossoms.
The next morning a butterfly that was as large as a bird stopped to rest and permitted us to take its picture. The hand next to it clarifies how very large it was.
Later the same day, we went whale watching. However, most of the "watching" involved watching the two guides up above us who constantly scanned the horizon for signs of whales and marveling at how the captain managed to steer the boat only periodically with his foot while remaining above us. Although disappointed not to see the migrating whales, the trip out into the ocean was beautiful and the views as crossed the reef on our return were dazzling.
The shallow area between the reef and the shore.
On the way back from our trip 15 miles north, a world and more than an hour by 4-wheel drive truck away from Toliara, I rode in the back of the truck so I could have a panoramic view of the countryside. The spaciousness of the desert and rural villages are a stark contrast to the urban Toliara, where space is a luxury and litter, mostly plastic bags, moves from place to place on the breeze.
We stopped in a village where the road was blocked by an ox cart accident. This mother and her child were walking by
The main highway northeast is traveled by foot, bicycle, motorcycle, oxcart, and trucks. People travel for long distances for water and food.
The space around the houses in this village and the peacefulness are hard to come by for Malagasy living in crowded Toliara.