Anstirabe

I had the opportunity to venture out of our compound here in Anstirabe, 800km from our home in Toliara, and if someone told me we had crossed into a new country I would have believed him.

So far, I haven't seen any straw huts, only cement houses with 1X6 slatted fences, so different from the tree branch fences we are use to in Toliara.


The people look so different as well.  They look like they could be from Myanmar.  Being this far inland and away from the continent of Africa they don't look like the more typically Africa features we see.  One simple difference is that here their hair has only a slight wave.

The shops are different too; there are a lot more actual window front, small structures and not as many that are wood and so far no tin.  Even the bricks are different here.  Although I have seen a few Pous, they run the Taxi Buses up and down the city, and there are more cars too.  We hardly have any vehicles down by us.



We have come from a very flat place to now walking up and down long hills and there are low mountains in the distance.


I never thought much of the cactus that fence in villages in Toliara until I realized we really do live in a desert.  In fact, I have now experienced the first rain here since I have been in this country.


Mada is known as the "Red Island" and in Anstirabe the name is apparent in the red dirt that we don't see in the south.



There are only a few similarities that remind me that we are in Mada, like the metal patio rails, or the similar language being spoken around me, but on the surface it is quite different.





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