Tulear, here we are!

Hi folks!
The sunny travelers are back into civilization well and healthy. Actually our last posting was interrupted by the sudden decision of our two morown tour guides who decided in the last second that they wouldn't make the 4x4-travel as we had agreed but that we needed a second driver and a second car. Nay, we said. And found ourselfs running around in the lost city of Morondava looking for a driver and a car that would take us down the western coast of Madagascar. Gonz found himself in the dark in the middle of a road running after some Malgashi guy that pretended he would know anything - not being able to communicate with him. At some point Gonz dropped out and sent him into the void by himself. At last we found Gerard, and not Geri, who drove us right where we wanted and even for a cheaper price. The first two days were veeery bumpy, dusty and long. With the Toyota Land Cruiser we had to cross rivers, take a ferry dragged by people through a river, where we spent half of the day on the coast. After two nights we ended in some lost corner of Madagascar in the middle of dark, in Morombe. One only hotel had affordable prices - and no comfort at all. Gonzens back still shivers at the mere thought of its bed. Still the morning after we travelled on with the french couple - he would talk to anybody on spastic movements-language and about anything - and 2 french heavy smoking sisters. And from that moment on we saw the most beautyful hidden corner of Madagascar, it's western coast. We slept in lost fisher villages, saw the most amazing beaches ever, ate fresh fish, sunbathed, bathed at all. It was amazing. Shabbat we spent in such a village, where we were really well taken by the villagers, who's kids fooled around with us on the beaches and where we assisted to the fishing of a ray of 3 m diameters. It was amazing.
Today we finished the coastal part at Ifaty, which was far more touristic and ended up a couple of hours ago here in Tulear. Big city, some fairly paved roads again and the beginning of the last week of our honeymoon. The internet cafe has a terrible connection which doesn't even allow to get into a mail account. So far so good.
We met the great french couple from the first week again - in front of the local bank and absolutely randomly. We're having dinner together tonight.
They say that the cities here are not for big movement in the evenings when it gets dark, which is already at six in the evenings.
Anyway, next week we're in Fianarantsoa and some rainforest, before we join Ambrivazo for shopping and then our honeymoon seems to terminate already. Buuuuh....
But we miss you a great deal and we think of you a lot. Especially in these times where we have no possibility of communication sometimes it feels a bit odd to be so far off the world. But that' s part of the beauty of this travel, isn't it...
Stupid enough today the camera broke, guess it won't be possible to fix it over here, so we'll just have to tell you about the last week - and you will have to trust us on it, muahaha.
So, keep everything in it's right place until we get back. We still kind of look the same even if quiet roasted from the coastal sun. Stomaches are also okay - sometimes. It's a bit odd to adjust yourself to the customs here and the foods, but we manage quiet well. Judith has become an absolute rice-addict. She eats it three times a day and when she doesn't get it for three hours, she starts shivering and moaning. It gets me sick. Malgashi beer on the other hand is funny. Tasts a world better than the Carlsberg soup we had all over June. It's called Three Horses, even if we haven't seen one single horse in two weeks, only Zebus.
Well. That's it for now. Take good care of yourselfs and of each others, as Jerry Springer says wisely.
Gruess
Susi und Strolch