Fort Dauphin - Tuléar, Day Three
Thursday, October 19th, 2000
It is the hottest day so far. After darting over a long sand road, we arrived in a village called Beheloka. Most people who live here are fishermen which explains the many carefully constructed, colourfully painted pirogues. The seawater appears so clear from up close that, with the white sand underneath, it almost glows in a bright green.
Again, we passed an area with dipped shrubs but not into flour this time but into reddish makeup powder. Later on, the density of the vegetation decreased tremendously and only a few trees were left standing. Inbetween these trees, there were dirt hills. They were all over the place an finally, upon asking, I learned that they were termite hills with thousands of interior paths (the inside looks like something between a sponge and a Swiss cheese).
A modified baobab
Under a rock, we found some scorpions.