But we roused ourselves for a final breaking of our fast by the shore and surf of Nosy Be, where we could not help but smile at one another:
This is where we dined while we were there:
And this is the greeting area, where guests are treated with towels to wipe away the road and freshly squeezed juice to welcome in paradise:
After our meal, we returned to our bungalow for our final few hours at Anjiamarango, where I just had to to feel the surf one last time:
And make some more music:
Then it was time to take a deep breath and bid farewell to our beautiful bungalow and the beach on which it rested:
... and catch our flight back to Antananarivo. We arrived at the Nosy Be airport, such as it is, early, and so wandered across the parking lot (all twenty meters of it) to a small, two story stone building, all painted white and open to the air on the second floor, where a smattering of tables where blessed with the breeze of a few strategically placed fans and I could imagine Kathy and I as Bacall and Bogie.
Dining on the veranda at La Varangue completed the picture, especially when Kathy donned a dazzling blue dress!