Driving through central Madagascar on our first leg (7 hours) of the journey to Morondava. The scenery changed every 30 minutes: sometimes it looked like home, other times like Mexico, or Vietnam, etc.
Almost feel bad for taking pictures from a car, but who can resist a smile?
Monsieur Tina, our driver, was ready to do backflips at the end of the drive if need be. On my end, I was barely able to take a 20 minute walk at sunset before crashing into bed. Miandrivazo.