But - I've never been married, so, what the hell do I know about comparing marriage to the roads, journey, blah blah blah. Therefore - the drive to Tana and back gets a post of it's own - separate from wedding events (that and it has taken me forever to load all of these pictures....MG internet still sucks!)
My first picture is quite appropriate - we hadn't even left Tamatave and are pulled over by the military. Rule #2 (see Rule #1) is that you are NOT allowed to take pictures of the military or police - and they mean business. If you are caught without your visa/passport - you are put in prison until you can produce it (this includes myself and any other expatriate).
But, I thought this made a good shot...for the blog, of course. I carefully put my lens out the window....and hoped they wouldn't hear my camera click... (our driver is on the left)
While they were checking him out, I got out of the car and said hello to these SUPER cute little girls. I always regret not carrying candies with me wherever I go so that I can hand them out (but...who am I kidding...if I carried candies with me wherever I went, I would just eat candies wherever I went....)
The one on the left LOOOOVVVEEEDD seeing herself on camera.
And in their basket, they had a bunch of teeny kittens. They were adorable (no, I didn't touch them. Side note: I am working on a plan to get Tovy some flea drops when I come back after my Canada visit in May).
I was kind of worried about the kittens....why where they all in a basket? Was would happen to them? Were they going to be drowned or something?
I asked my driver and he assured me that nooooooo, the kittens would never be killed. The mom of these two little girls is probably just bringing them to some family members or someone who had asked for some kittens.
I'm not sure if that's really what's going to happen...but for sanity's sake...I'm going to believe it.
And then, we started the SEVEN AND A HALF HOUR DRIVE.....The driver had his CD collection, so we let him pick what he wanted to listen to. First, we listened to Allan Jackson...
We stopped in Brickaville for lunch. They were out of pork, chicken, fish - but had some beef and shrimp.
I opted out of either...and hoped for the best with a plate of fries and a peanut butter sandwich I had in the car. Not so healthy....but safe-ish, sort of...(I'm a little paranoid still after my hospital stay).
...still Randy Travis playing (our driver freaking loves old country...)
One of three rolled trucks. The corners on these roads are insane....
Eventually, it got too dark for me to take pictures (must look at buying a stronger flash when I get back to Canada).
The portions are very small, so I had room for desert. And, for the first time in my life - EVER - like....I was almost ready to take myself to a doctor - I thought the desert was TOO chocolaty... I couldn't even finish it.
This band played awesome music as our dinner music. They rocked. (I have no idea what the instrument in the middle was.)
And then I crashed to bed by....22h00... I know... what a freaking party animal....
But I had a wedding to go to.
And then after my massage and banana sandwich, it was bedtime again.
Now with pop and ice (couldn't find juice), we were off on the road again. I got to choose the music....but decided to 'roll with the country theme. Dixie Chicks it was...(Our driver had never heard of them, but I think he liked the music).
I think our driver really had to go to the washroom, because he just pulled over, got out of the car, and said, I'm eating here. And then kind of took off - which isn't like him. So we all got out and walked around.
Here in Amabodiamontana, us white folk caused quite the scene... little kids would walk by us...staring, some brave enough to say "Hello" back (in Malagasy)...
About twenty minutes of walking our driver had done his business and/or eaten lunch, we headed back on the road (there was no vaza-friendly food available - our lunch options were granola bars, cookies, Mars bars and/or pop.)
The scenery on this drive was amazing... but ick...this is NOT a drive I want to make twice in my life. I'm SO happy we went to the wedding and showed our support for our co-worker... and happy that I gave Tana a second chance it was so much better than my first time there. But what made me REALLY happy?? That I made it back from this drive - puke-free (with the help of some medication) and ever better - injury-free and alive!!!