Mr. Driver dropped us off and Clement started us on a walking tour. Very quickly, I ditched my shoes.
it's much bigger and grosser cousin bit me a few nights before.
Mr. Driver ran off to find cellphone reception, and Clement went on to talk to the guards. About ten minutes later, he came up with a "proposal" where we would pay the guards and they would let us leave immediately. Without a doubt in my mind, this was a "half pay to the guards/half pay to Clement" type situation, but all things Madagascar, I just asked how much, and when I found out it was only $5USD, I told him that's fine, go ahead with it, and was just annoyed.
Coincidentally, Mr. Driver's head popped around the corner a second later, and he had the numbers from the special papers that we needed to give the guards. The poor guards and Clement didn't get their bribe money. Shame.