Wednesday, 28 December 2016

A most dangerous trip - Maroantsetra to Antalaha


By Daniel

„Choose your boat wisely, some do capsize“ – that is what the Lonely Planet says about travelling by cargo boat along the east coast of Madagascar. But what do you do if there is no other choice?

There are basically two options to reach Antalaha from Maroantsetra: by foot or by boat. If you walk, it is a three to four day hike that can be arranged with one of the local guides from the National Park. If you want to take all of your belongings you there is the possibility of hiring porters as well and it all adds up. If you don’t mind carrying everything on your own it is possible to do this trek on your own. Just be aware that you will carry everything through scorching sun at around 35°C and/or through torrential rainstorms (it is the wettest and most stormy region of Madagascar), yet it is possible.

If you take a boat, you can either rent a private one for around 7 Million Ariary or wait for a cargo boat (30.000 – 40.000 Ar p.P.). They are quite frequent but have no fixed schedule. The boats arrive, unload, fill up with cargo and leave when they are full. Be prepared to wait for up to a week. The boats to Antalaha do not leave at the regular port, but at Port Ankikabe on the eastern side of Maroantsetra. It is best to go there every day and check for a boat yourself.

When we saw that a boat had arrived, we prepared everything but were told that it would leave in another three days. The boat looked old but trustworthy and we decided to give it a try. So we waited in Maroantsetra (check out Coco Beach for decent internet and Florida Snack, Ravi Nala, or Avia Mona for inexpensive quality local food).

On the day of our departure we went to the port at 4.30 in the morning and the boat was clearly overburdened with cargo and people. It was so packed, that what seemed trustworthy before turned into a game of Russian roulette. However, by then, it was too late. We found a place on the deck and the „Stephanot“ navigated slowly out of the sleepy river port.

The journey is scenic yet strenuous. There is no shade (seriously, bring an umbrella) nor shelter. There is no seat nor bed. No drinking water nor any opportunity to get some. And the journey takes between 24 to 30 hours. Be prepared!

Although the sea was quite calm you will feel the waves. This is not for the fainthearted. At one point there was a problem with the motor. The overloaded boat drifted into a leeward position and tilted so heavily from one side to the other that any serious gust of wind would have caused it to capsize. Eventually the crew managed to get the motor running and we steamed on through burning sunshine only once interrupted by a short rainshower.

Around noon the seamen dished up some rice and beans that they had cooked on an open fire in the back of the boat. We had to climb there balancing on the reling holding onto motorcycle exhausts, bike handles or grabbing the hand or foot of a fellow passenger. Once having entered the ship’s cabin it felt like stepping into a crack joint. People lying on narrow bunk beds fast asleep and an unbearable air of diesel gases and again clove. Still, the meal cheered everyone up and conversations became livelier until the sun slowly began to set casting the sky into an intense array of reds.

The night was very uncomfortable, since you are responsible to find a place to sleep somewhere. And  that can be tricky on huge bags of clove (which at first smells nice but after a while you might prefer your armpits to that nauseous and penetrating smell) because you choose between the possibility of falling into the sea at night or sleeping near the front where cockroaches hush between the algae-stained ropes of the anchor. Once we managed to find some sleep we were woken up by the sound and eerie feeling of a woman vomiting on our feet. Yummy…

When we eventually reached Antalaha the next morning we were tired but relieved. Despite the hardships this is a story that you will tell your grandchildren over and over again when you alzheimer away at an old age…

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