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  1. #1383
    Hi all,

    I wold ask to Madagascar experts if it is yet alive the law against the prostitution / sex tourism in Madagascar and if there are possibilities of problems for mongers.


  2. #1382

    How about that report?

    Thank you for your response to the "wifi" question. Even though I didn't ask it, I find this sort of info helpfull. And I certainly appreciate the details you give in your response about the names of the hotels, cost and even quality of food.

    I hope you don't take your personal experience in Tamatave for granted! I know sometimes we feel like there is nothing more our report can add. But in reality and especially for the ones never been to madagascar your report may be the reason why they'll go!

    Please give us a report about that February 2013 trip or more recent if you like.

    Based on your response to a simple question, I am confident your report will be one of the best!

    Quote Originally Posted by TigeDeJade  [View Original Post]
    I fully agree with this analysis from first to last line.

    I have been busy and lazy last few months but I spent again wonderful time one month in Tamatave in February and will report soon.

  3. #1381

    Wifi in Tamatave

    Absolutely no problem to have WIFI in Tamatave:

    My preferred hotel: Anjara (2 stars hotel European standard; 70 000 Ar; quite.not on busy road, wifi; GF of course as everywhere (!) but downstair restaurant different owner not so good or cheap)

    And 5 mn by foot from boulevard Joffre or beach restaurants and action (Queen'S Neptune; Beach area SW.

    Possibility to take breakfast or drink with wifi at Sharon Hotel; or Java Hotel; or restaurant La Terrasse.

    Conclusion: easier than in European cities where wifi is always limited or non existent!

    Quote Originally Posted by Ripple67  [View Original Post]
    Hi iam getting to think about a six week trip to Mada this summer. I will be working (some of the time) and do need access to the internet. Ot 24/7 but at least every working day. Looking through the Reports of Distinction about Mada I don't see any comments about this. Whats wi-fi access like in Mada.

    Ps I shall probably visit Morondovia, Fianarantsoa and Tamatave (plus obligatory passes through the capital on my way in and out).

    Thanks in advance.


  4. #1380
    Quote Originally Posted by The Wolverine  [View Original Post]
    Say hi to Ella and the other girls. She lives next to hotel "les philaos"
    Tx for the photos Wolverine

  5. #1379
    Quote Originally Posted by Ripple67  [View Original Post]
    Ps I shall probably visit Morondovia,
    Say hi to Ella and the other girls. She lives next to hotel "les philaos"

    This area is the only place that has a few girls with light brown color. (outside Tana). I did like two types: the mixed tribes of Mahajanga dark but exotic (some arabs / indian blood) and the light brown found in the area of Morondava. (although most are black). Never saw that color elsewhere. Also Morondava area has a solid and hard body as opposed to sambava which has the most inferior body. Ella was a good example for tall girl with a sex bomb body type.

    Internet access was fast in the cities and slow in small towns two and the half years ago. WIFI are easy to find in the cities.

    The left from Diego and the two Right from Morondava."Same Same but different"
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  7. #1377

    Internet access?

    Hi iam getting to think about a six week trip to Mada this summer. I will be working (some of the time) and do need access to the internet. Ot 24/7 but at least every working day. Looking through the Reports of Distinction about Mada I don't see any comments about this. Whats wi-fi access like in Mada.

    Ps I shall probably visit Morondovia, Fianarantsoa and Tamatave (plus obligatory passes through the capital on my way in and out).

    Thanks in advance.

    Last edited by Ripple67; 05-07-14 at 14:36. Reason: spelling mistakes

  8. #1376
    Quote Originally Posted by GagMaster  [View Original Post]
    I'm arrive Tana 12 June afternoon. Staying 10 days. I do not speak any French.

    So I now need look for other hotel in the 25. 35 us range.
    Bon chance and pack some warm clothes. I know people have said otherwise, but this is one country where I avoid cheap hotels, especially in Tana. After two days, maybe you could get a roundtrip to Reunion and enjoy a vacation for yourself.

  9. #1375
    Quote Originally Posted by GagMaster  [View Original Post]

    I'm arrive Tana 12 June afternoon

    Staying 10 days.

    I do not speak any French. Ou
    Why you are coming for 10 days? If you don't speak French its almost impossible to enjoy.

    Bringing girls from the disco will be the same as the Philippines so no real added value with this kind of short trip. For my upcoming trip I have started to re-learn French as I do not practice it on a daily basis.

    Now the opposite approach to my claim is that I always enjoy Thailand, Brazil, Laos and defiantly not speaking all language. However Tana is not Bangkok so I would suggest to visit other town / city such as diego or a smaller town. In this scenario you will have a great time but not in Tana. Tana is even worst then Manila but if you like manila Tana can be a perfect choice.

  10. #1374
    Quote Originally Posted by GagMaster  [View Original Post]
    Hi, I do not speak any French. I did book hotel where I today got a welcome letter saying there is no sex tourism in this hotel. Gagmaster
    Hi Gag. You there on business or did you throw a dart a map and flew to where it landed? And now the members are on you for not doing your research. Yes the pics in the Mada forum look kinda cute, but no way would I want to go there from Angeles from what I have read here.

  11. #1373
    Quote Originally Posted by GagMaster  [View Original Post]

    Staying 10 days. I do not speak any French. Any ideas where there is ok rooms. Prefer in the middle of the action off course.

    I do live in Angeles city ph.
    Mate. You did ask the same questions 3 months ago. You got answers. Now you ask again the same s*t. If you would be a full paid member, I could reply by pm. But you are "CC". So I say it here. And sorry if it sounds rude:

    I know AC well. And because of that I honestly pray that typical AC-mongers don't invade Mada. They shall remain in their dusty sh*hole, feed the drink-slus and enjoy the raids.

    Tana has no "middle of action". There is no red-light district, only few discos spread over town. Tana.lingua is french. Many folks and taxi drivers even don't speak that.

    You already got your ticket. So, least opportunities for you to fuk up within your budget:

    Option 1: Book a double room at "Hotel Glacier", Rue Independence and at night walk downstairs to Cabaret Glacier.

    Option 2: Book the "Sakamanga". They speak english there. And at night ask for a driver arranged by the hotel.

    Good luck.

  12. #1372

    First time Madagascar


    I'm arrive Tana 12 June afternoon

    Staying 10 days.

    I do not speak any French.

    I did book hotel where I today got a welcome letter saying there is no sex tourism in this hotel.

    So I now need look for other hotel in the 25. 35 us range.

    Any ideas where there is ok rooms. Prefer in the middle of the action off course.

    If there is a wingman in town it would also be great

    I do live in Angeles city ph so if there is a new guy coming there I kinnda know the rops been going there 30 years.

    Will be very happy for any info

    Regards, Gagmaster

    Added a photo from Angeles, not sure what bar.
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  13. #1371

    MANAKARA Report by hilarybradt reader

    It not common for me to submit other user report but I couldn't resist to bring a lady review opinion about "Karaoke" in Manakara and other stuff. I will buy the July PDF edition of Bradt prior to my trip and can share the whole 400 pages with the selective readers. Here is the link and the report for Manakara



    First stop was Delice the'Orient. Too pricey so tried.

    Le Recif.

    Dirt cheap at 12 k hairies. There's a karaoke hall attached. The manager warned me of the noise but the event was in full swing and the noise wasn't that bad. I could cope with the help of ear plugs. Karaoke is Malagasy for 'sing along with prostitutes. ' When bored with singing they have a tendency to roam the corridors looking for victims. If you have the misfortune to be abducted, be assured that your cries of alarm and subsequent moans of pain will be swamped by the noise from the hall.

    The toilet area has signs of plenty merde and not a lot of eaux and before use you are well advised to spray liberally with insect killer and splash around liberally with dettol. That goes for the shower too. The heater was being repaired when I was there so not only was there no hot water but the floor and fittings were covered in pieces of insulation. The downstairs toilets (the level of the karaoke hall) were indescribable (well, I could, but I won't).

    In the room you have the option of opening the window and letting in the beasts of the night, or leaving the door open and letting in the prostitutes, or closing both and slowly suffocating to death while asleep. I managed to scrounge a fan from the manager and so kept all unwelcome visitors at bay. One blessing was the mosquito net, which fitted ok once I had moved the bed a few inches and patched up the holes.

    The karaoke noise was just bearable and after making the effort to settle in I decided to stay in for a second and final night before moving on to more salubrious accommodation. I took an afternoon nap after a long walk and, at about six, I was lying half awake wondering when to get up and have dinner when a murderous assault on the eardrums suddenly erupted out of nothing. The source was dangerously close, to be precise the hall across the passageway. In the morning this had been used as a conference hall complete with wall charts, clip boards and an assertive woman who was showing the delegates seated around her the key to success in life and business. Now it was occupied by a bulky male, dressed like a New York street bopper, wedged between two speakers the size of Toyota minibuses.

    I dashed back to my room, still in shock. Earplugs were no good. The damage was being done by the lower registers – deep throbbing barrages of destructive waves, vibrating the building down to its very foundations. For the first time, I realised that sound could be used as a weapon of war. Symptoms of shell shock were creeping in so I grabbed what I needed to go out and dashed down the stairs into the street.

    I had dinner in a restaurant several blocks away, where they told me the Friday disco at Le Recife would start at eight. I worked out that what I had heard was the tune-up.

    After dinner they began arriving – in cars and vans, on bikes and quads, on foot; hundreds of them, streaming towards the source like ants to a jam pot. Many continued into the hotel itself and up to the music hall. Brave? Foolish? Incurably addicted? Masochistic? All the above?

    I moved to a bar at the end of the block where the noise was still very loud. The street was full of people, listening, jigging around, drinking beer and pissing it into the street. One girl danced barefoot for hours in the forecourt of the garage on the corner, using a petrol pump for a partner. Where were the men in white coats, I wondered.

    Anxious to get back to my room but fearing the barrage, I paced the streets outside. I assumed it would finish at midnight, as the karaoke had, but come one a. M. It was in full swing. I asked a reveller when it was due to finish. 'Three o'clock. ' For another two hours I dragged my tired body back and forth around the block. By half three most of the revellers has dissipated and I crawled through layers of debris back to my room.

    Up at eight, packed and ready to move to more peaceful pastures, I was amazed to see that all the debris had been cleared up, the DJ and his minibuses had been replaced by an extra-large woman in front of a clip board sporting the route to success, surrounded by neat rows of desks and chairs. It was as if a town had magically rebuilt itself after being torn apart by a raging battle the day before.

    I was told that the onslaught would resume that evening and again the following night (Sunday). I headed across town.

    Verdict on Hotel Le Recif: A great place to catch lots of interesting diseases and destroy your eardrums, cheaply.

    Hotel Sidi.

    Typical Chinese extravaganza of a building. Rooms at 50k hairies and up. Will do your laundry even if not staying there.


    In a nice enclosed garden a few blocks from the Sidi. With no easily seen board outside giving it away, I approached a woman who was sitting in the middle of the garden on a table with her legs stretched straight in front of her like a fat moustachioed cross between a Buddha and Yoda. By moving only the muscles of her face she summoned a minion to show me a room. Not bad for 15 k hairies. Toilet not too far and looked ok. Would have been my first choice but for its proximity to the war zone.


    Rooms ok and looked secure, but overpriced. Who needs a TV?

    Mangrove Annex.

    'Reception' is another fat woman with moustache (why are Betsilio women so hirsute?) This one was slow as a slug, physically and mentally, and strangely unenthusiastic about receiving visitors.

    Too basic, even for me. And I do appreciate service with a smile.


    A secure enclosure of nice en-suite bungalows for 20k hairies. Pity no hot water and no fan but can live without both. Run by very nice people. Stayed there the rest of my time in Manakara.

    Good value and an ideal place to stay. Also, close to the railway station.

    Tsy Manavaka.

    Didn't see the rooms but judging by the restaurant, and the fact that some of the rooms are in a newly built block where the guide shows Jacoptere gift shop (No longer on that stretch of road) I would guess the rooms are in good condition and cheap. Opposite the station. Probably a good place to flop after arriving by train. Wish I'the known.


    Tsy Manavaka.

    Good place to eat, especially for breakfast. Local dishes. Nothing touristy. Waitress thrown if you don't speak French or Malagasy. I had a lot of trouble simply ordering boiled eggs, even in French.


    In town centre. Plenty of choice on the menu. Service better than standard by nice Chinese ladies.

    Le Kameleon.

    Near Orchidee. Young French owner speaks English, which was much appreciated when I staggered in one evening having just had an acute dose of diarrhoea seeking tea without milk and plain rice, nothing else. Absolutely no problem.

    Somewhat limited menu but food good. Went in there one Sunday and, after ordering wine, was told 'wine off – its Sunday. ' What? A French restaurant that doesn't serve wine? Disgraceful.

    Le Fumoir.

    A watering hole for ageing French men, who clearly treat it like a private club. Together with the staff who were partying with a couple of local bucks on bikes in the road outside, they were all having a such a jolly good time they had little to spare for their one and only customer.

    I ordered tornados and the steak I got was thick, nicely browned on the outer 1 mm and bleeding on the inside. If I'the wanted tartare I'the have ordered tartare.

    Tornados are supposed to be cut from the fillet but this one was so chewy it could have come from the rump. What was on the menu as 'legumes' arrived as 70% potatoes and 30% carrots. Everywhere else, 'Legumes mixe' means beans and carrots. Since I also ordered frites, surely the waitress could have warned me of the potential potato overdose. But that would have involved a modicum of mental effort, and she was anxious to get back to her bikers.

    The one plus was the wine, which you could order by the half bottle or half litre. And at reasonable prices. Why don't all restaurants do this?


    In a lovely spot overlooking the river. Favoured by local French. Long wait for service as one waitress serving several tables. Good fish.

    La Belle Vue.

    Next to Guinguette. The vue is indeed belle in spite of being dominated downstream by the ugliest bridge I have ever seen. Painted rust coloured in vain attempt to disguise the fact that it is 50% rust, it looks about ready to collapse, a fate already befallen the end section which has slumped to ground level, making the bridge traversable only by foot passengers fit enough to scale the makeshift wooden steps (photo attached.) Try not to be on it when the next cyclone hits.

    The restaurant itself is profusely decorated with all manner of paraphernalia. The food, especially seafood is good and reasonably priced. The poisson au coco I can heartily recommend.

    Chez Clos.

    Got a somewhat frosty reception when I arrived early one morning for breakfast while they were still putting the tables and chairs out. Otherwise pretty ordinary restaurant.

    Golden Lapa.

    No longer the 'pleasant little snack bar' of the guide, rather a large karaoke joint.



    Magnarobo closed, possibly permanently. There's a cybercafé opposite the Delices the'Orient restaurant, and another just before the turning off to the port before Fumoir restaurant.

    The Train.

    Much touted by guide books as a good travel experience. Yes, but.

    The chances of it ever leaving on time must be remote. Scheduled to leave at seven; in fact that is the time the driver arrives at work. He then disappears for half an hour (breakfast?) before climbing into his engine. 'Ah, ' I think, 'this is it'. But it isn't. He spends the next hour shunting carriages around. When he shunts up to the line of carriages wherein nestles my own, and his minion jumps out and shackles the engine to the leading carriage, I think 'ah, this is it'. But it isn't. What I had missed was the minion unshackling two carriages further back. The engine then (painfully slowly) draws the liberated carriages back along the line and stops. Minion jumps out, does something clever to the points and the engine shunts the carriages into a side line and reverses back to starting point. Minion jumps out.

    Much of this is being enthusiastically snapped by French tourists who make up 95% of the passengers. Not only them but a French TV video team with cameraman are occupying the four seat area opposite my own. The cameraman, despite his advancing years, is an accomplished contortionist, bending his body this way and that on the tracks to get his large, heavy camera into angles that will create shots soon to be recognised as high art. Cannes on his mind? Bit over the top, really. I mean it's only a rusty old diesel train.

    When we are eventually on our way, I am wedged within a phalanx of French, thankfully against the window. The scenery is lovely, the stations are overflowing with vendors as promised by the guide books, daring youths cling to the sides as the train leaves and jump off at various destinations, trees laden with lychees pass leisurely by. And so it goes on. And on. And on. Through the morning, then the afternoon and then the night.

    The station stops, which at the beginning are thrilling cultural experiences, become more and more tiresome; the vendors an increasing nuisance, the French snappers sticking their cameras into the faces of platform fauna an increasing embarrassment, all exacerbated by the length of the stay at each station which appears to get longer and longer as the journey progresses. Some of them last more than an hour.

    When you eventually arrive at Manakara station in the depths of the night, you are saddle sore, hungry, very tired and sick to death of all trains everywhere.

    Until you board the train back. This one takes even longer at the stations while its freight carriages are stuffed to overflowing with baskets of lychees destined for the markets of Manakara and beyond.

    Shoulda gone back by minibus. Some people never learn.

  14. #1370
    Agree: there is influx of big money and a slow change into demokratie:

    As result, coming of two-week millionaires, businessmen and silly NGO's with deep pockets to "reeducate" our boxes will change the scene. Not immediately. But look at Thailand and Philippines 10 or 20 years ago. Our hunting ground in Mada may deteriorate the same way.

    But to be fair, the betterment of infrastructure, food supply, education, health services, security on the roads will make the life of the regular folks more pleasant. For us hunters in the brousse it's perhaps then a different game.

    Where's change, there's chance!
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  15. #1369
    Quote Originally Posted by Jiggydus  [View Original Post]
    Some French bloke bought one of my Togolese gfs a motorbike and I am still in the picture even though I refused to buy her one when she asked for it. Work smarter, not harder.
    When foreigner money will flood the country you will get fucked. Smarter will not solve anything as girls has been always flashed by money. Look what happened to Thailand in the last 25 years. This days if you are not 22 and handsome or super rich you are transparent and not relevant.

    Tourists, Expats it all the same as the common ground to both is money. Girls will become less and less eager to meet foreigners as already happened all over the world.

    I hope that this processes will not get accelerated before Sep 18 2014 LOL. (she already full with gold)
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