Our last accommodation was the lushest, the Nosy Lodge, run by a Belgian ex-pat who was the only person at the hotel that spoke any English at all. He likes contemporary art:
My humble cottage:
Room complete with mosquito netting, much needed:
My outdoor sunken shower:
I had a regular visitor from the hotel next door, Gigi:
And the lovely beach:
And on that note, I bid you farewell from Madagascar!