|Souvenir stall in Lokobe - note the tablecloths|
The island of Nosy Komba is for the tourists. It's where you go to have a lemur sit on you, and to buy embroidered tablecloths. Some aspects are interesting, such as the people wearing designer jeans coupled with the traditional Malagasy clay face-paint (the clay acts as a moisturiser and a sun screen, as well as allowing intricate doodles on the face). Others are annoying, such as the children all attempting to out-volume each other in their “traditional” (allegedly invented in the last twenty years) greeting songs. But we went to the petting zoo and played with the snakes and chameleons, fed the Maki lemurs (who have great banana faces), bought some vanilla, and admired the T-shirts for sale emblazoned with the traditional Malagasy “ALOHA!”.
|St Mark of Assisi|
|Liz, discovering that lemurs tickle|
|Tim of the Jungle|
|Communing with nature|
|Srs 'nana face|
|Silly 'nana face!|
|This giant tortoise sneaked up on Mark and startled him. I think that's a record for giant tortoises.|
We returned to Lokobe via a fairly dull snorkelling expedition and settled down to enjoy our last night with the boat. I left a banana near the tents in the hope of luring more lemurs down, and we were not disappointed.
|Is that a banana?|
|Tastes like a banana...|
|OMG! It *is* a banana!|
I also discovered that when one goes to the toilet at dusk and spots something brown and glistening perched on the seat, it's quite a relief to realise that it's a frog.
|Sorry for the lack of focus - oddly enough I didn't have the right lens to hand|