Between Réunion and Nosy Bé
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JL
Saturday, September 28, 2019

On the Orly-Saint-Denis flight, under the pretext that Air France had paired their delicious chicken with mushrooms meal with a little bottle of rum, Dom noticed that some passengers hadn’t even opened theirs. So he bribed a flight attendant to bring him the abandoned mini bottles! Needless to say, the guy slept like a baby!



Sunday, September 29, 2019 Saint-Pierre

A flawless journey (well, except for a minor distraction in the massive Hertz queue that led me to cut in front of a few young couples, who weren’t too happy about it—though I joked with the agent about it: *"It happens!"*). We ended up at Hôtel Le Battant des Lames in Saint-Pierre, a gorgeous combo of an infinity pool and the Indian Ocean. We rushed straight into the pool—after over ten hours of sitting on a plane, it felt *amazing*!



We didn’t waste any time—you know Dom—exploring the city on foot. It’s lovely: the seaside is well-developed, it’s tropical, but with the budget of a wealthy country.



Réunion is also famous for its killer sharks…



A Creole music group was playing at a seaside bar, so we settled in.



Night fell, and with it, swarms of insects suddenly invaded the city!



One of the few signs of the tropics here! Insects, geckos, and cockroaches...



Monday, September 30, 2019

Saint-Pierre



We were disappointed, of course! We could’ve gotten a photo of our *aura* and missed the chance by just a week! In tears, we decided to tackle the island’s most famous site.

Excursion to Piton de la Fournaise. The plan was to head to one of the nearby parking lots and take a relaxed stroll. But it quickly turned into… something else.

First, I realized the built-in GPS operates on a pretty basic algorithm—like the earliest models. If there’s a bumpy road that even the toughest Mitsubishi 4x4 struggles with, a path through a junkyard, or any shortcut to save a few meters, it’ll proudly suggest it. So instead of taking the main road—the royal route to the famous volcano—we ended up on charming little mountain roads…



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We arrived at the foot of the mountain and parked in a designated lot after driving a 4x4 for a few kilometers on an unpaved, badly damaged road. There, a sign offered to climb the famous mountain for a round trip of about 6 hours covering just over 11 kilometers. We got caught up in the idea. It starts with a nearly vertical descent from the edge of the caldera. It’s a stone staircase. The faces of those coming back looked worried. It seemed so barren!





No sulfur smell, but lava flows that aren’t completely cooled, with the air shimmering around them, an unusually warm wind, and near these flows, strange crackling noises—like charcoal in a fireplace in the morning.



The climb wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. The last stretch was steeper, with every time you thought you spotted the summit, another hidden slope appeared behind it. I’d count a hundred steps, then stop to catch my breath. As usual, we were alone—absolutely no one around. Yet we’d started out as a group! Mysterious… There are two craters side by side. The walls are dizzying, and the edges of the crater look ready to break off. We didn’t linger—it was really nerve-wracking!



Up there, the ground seemed metallic, shiny, with the consistency of charcoal—light and crunching underfoot.



The descent wasn’t a relaxing stroll either—it was seriously treacherous. I was worried about my knees. Dom carried the backpack for this part.



Almost nothing grows here—it’s barren as can be! We rationed our 75 centiliters of water drop by drop!
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Down there, we meet some people…



In front of us, the cliff to climb!



We return via the mountain path… Now a huge cloud has settled up there. We walk through the fog…



After that, we were shattered—we didn’t act too clever and even took the car to go for dinner (trade fish for Dom, pork chop for me, Côtes du Rhône… nothing exceptional).

Tuesday, October 1, 2019 Saint-Pierre – Nosy Bé

We wake up at 5 in the morning. Everyone warned us—the road between Saint-Pierre and Saint-Paul is a nightmare. By 7 AM, it’s guaranteed to be a total traffic jam. Don’t even try, it’s hopeless. With our timing, we get stopped twice, just for a few minutes, but it’s smooth sailing, and we arrive on time. Hertz, check-in, the Air Austral flight is perfect, everything’s on schedule, and we land at our destination at 11:10 AM local time. But we’re not on Réunion anymore—this is Africa. Four forms to fill out, your passport gets passed around to a bunch of strangers who ask for it, lines to buy the visa (31 € per person), lines for passport control. And that’s where it starts. We clearly see, under the watchful eyes of his colleagues, the last officer in the chain (there are three) asking for money from the people he’s questioning. The pale, nervous tourists dig into their pockets to hand over a few euros. When it’s my turn, the guy mutters in a flat voice, "A tip, please," and I dare to say, "Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me," which leaves him without a response. Without showing any emotion, he waves me off. Dominique goes through without handing anything over either. The luggage becomes the subject of a fierce deal. Guys pile them up, and when you ask for yours, underlings show up with carts. I grab my two suitcases without asking anyone and head for the exit, where the second wave of assault happens. It’s chaos! Everyone wants to drive us. A more resourceful guy calls the hotel that promised to handle the transfer and hands me a woman who confirms they’ll cover the taxi fare. We let ourselves be taken, not too sure—nothing indicates that the female voice really belongs to a hotel receptionist. To be sure, I turn on my phone’s GPS and realize our driver isn’t heading toward the hotel at all. I tell him so. He has a calming response, his tone is relaxed, he stops to let us smell an ylang-ylang flower, and a more peaceful atmosphere sets in. I’d later find out that, oddly, Google Maps had our hotel completely wrong, placing it on the south side of the island, near Hell-Ville, when we were actually in the west-central area! My worries were justified!



The Vanila is as beautiful as promised. It’s a high-end service, no doubt, but the staff is incompetent.



Everything is designed to keep clients in their hands. The bottle of water is charged at the price of a TV, and with the heat, it adds up fast! When I talk about the supermarket with the reception girls, it’s pouts and eye-rolls! There’s nothing! The in-house excursions are three times more expensive than what I’d seen on forums! According to them, there are no alternatives! The little tourism Thatchers are definitive. Don’t go out, or you’ll regret it!

For us, that’s unacceptable! We quickly discover the use of the tuk-tuk. It’s a kind of scooter with a cabin and a comfy back seat, often with a killer stereo playing excellent local rumba. It’s often awesome! They’re like wasps—everywhere. You step out of the hotel, stand by the road, and a few minutes later… vroom vroom… one passes by!





We’re not trapped—we feel much freer than in a car! We see more of this country with its resolutely African charm. Everyone told me, "You’ll see, it’s very poor," but I don’t see it that way at all! It’s Black Africa, that’s just how it is—mud houses, minimal hygiene, a general laid-back vibe paired with an obvious joy for life!

We get dropped off at Dar es Salam, about twenty minutes from the hotel, in the south. We come back with as many sparkling waters as we can carry. Our fridge is overloaded, and there’s still some left! That’s a good start!



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I’m making a few calls to organize some trips—things are looking promising!



We’re checking out the hotel grill. It’s absolutely amazing! I had a zebu tournedos that’ll stay in our memories, paired with a South African Cabernet Sauvignon. You can’t ask for more—South Africa is right next door!



Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Nosy Bé

The day in pictures...

At breakfast by the water in the morning, two surprise guests. They’re super friendly and busy gobbling up flies...



It’s the island of lizards—there are tons of them, all kinds, all sizes!



Pool time (a must!). The infinity pool is packed, so we take the modest ones that others are avoiding. The sea is just ten steps away...



The garden is lush!





The hotel is gorgeous—everything is made of exotic wood and thatched roofs, with African decor that’s spot-on.



Alright, off to town! It’s a 20-minute tuk-tuk ride—10,000 Ariary, 2.5 €.



The real old-school African city! But with some surprising works of art...

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Like that famous broken-eared fetish (!)



Lots of girls paint their faces. Often a pink foundation to, they say, protect themselves from the sun, or else drawings, flowers, symbols, because it’s pretty—and indeed, it’s really quite lovely sometimes.



Our steps lead us to a market, always a delicious moment!



Back home, the sun is setting—it’s not even 6 PM.



We have dinner at the grill we’ve definitely adopted!



Thursday, October 3, 2019 Nosy Bé

We did the Nosy Komba + Nosy Tanikely trip. Théodore, our “operator,” picks us up in a tuk-tuk. On the beach, it’s Africa—a swarm of hustlers trying to sell you their stuff. We pick out our masks and snorkels, plus flippers. Then there’s a really long wait on the beach, but the lively scene is enough to keep us happily distracted. We’ve got a big, powerful boat, and there are still 18 of us on board—some Chinese, some Italians.

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- Isn’t that a *boutre*? 🤔 - No idea 🤷‍♀️. - Ask the guide! - Seriously, do you think he knows the word *boutre*? Dominique calls out to him: - What are those boats called? - Those are *boutres*, ma’am 😊 She turns to me: - Call him ham! I’m mortified 😳

Our boat’s a speedster! Along the way, we spot a few turtles 🐢. We arrive at Nosy Komba, which means "Lemur Island." And sure enough, they’re everywhere! When the locals realized how much tourists with deep pockets adored these cute, fluffy creatures, they struck a deal: the friendly marsupials put on a show, hopping from head to head through the crowd, while women and kids set up stalls full of irresistible souvenirs along the route. A win-win combo that delights everyone!



The local specialty? Tablecloths! Hand-sewn—you see the girls working on old Singer machines, the black ones with gold trim, powered by a foot pedal. The results are often stunning! They’re masters of *Richelieu* stitching. They call it *Réssélé*. It’s top-quality natural cotton!



We couldn’t resist—we’re bringing one home for the holidays!



Darwinism explained to kids…



In our group, there’s a bunch of Chinese travelers. One of the girls studied in Angers for a few years and speaks great French. We hit it off! She works for a company that develops AI software to power tomorrow’s self-driving cars. She tells me they’ve got 35 test cars on the road, and a driver can step in anytime. According to her, they’ve never had to brake or change the route. For her, the tech is full of promise! It’s clear China’s going to dominate the future tech world!



Dominique’s fearless—she lets a little boa wrap around her!



Chameleons, super common in the area, are another big attraction!

CA Cathielescot Veteran ·
Thanks Jean-Luc for this travel journal 😊. At first, I was a bit surprised by the fast-paced start of the story and the "very natural" writing style, but I ended up enjoying the read 😄. Your wife Nana is amazing. Don’t worry, you’re being read, but most readers don’t speak up—except in travel journals about the United States 😆
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Thanks Catherine, for your encouragement. It was truly a trip worthy of the name—I really wanted to talk about it, "no filter," just like I would’ve told friends over a good bottle at the table. I’m obviously thrilled that someone showed interest in this little adventure on the other side of the world!
JL Jlcro Regular ·


- Don’t you have this dress in size 4? I have a feeling my granddaughter’s going to inherit one of these famous embroideries…



The homemade guitar is a tradition here. Nobody would even think of buying one in a store! The prices are completely crazy compared to their standard of living. The funniest part is that this super metallic sound works really well in their rumba bands!



It’s everywhere! This is real marquetry—they’ll be in the attic very soon!



We then head to Nosy Tanikely, a tiny island surrounded by coral, perfect for snorkeling. We give it a try—the coral is (still) in good shape, and it’s teeming with little fish in all colors, but I don’t linger too long. The sun’s really strong today. Gotta be careful.



I spot a sign announcing a lighthouse and the presence of giant bats… Dom and I try to track some down in this little forest full of critters…



We’ll find out later that it’s over—there were some, but not anymore…

AL Alexandra974 Regular ·
Thanks for this story—I come back to it regularly to soak it all in! A window into other worlds... stunning!
BJ Bj01 Regular ·
Hi there, Thanks for taking the time to write such an enticing travel story. Having taken a cruise in these waters back in 2017, we’re rediscovering your annotated photos with pleasure and nostalgia. We’re on the edge of our seats! More, more.....
JL Jlcro Regular ·


We were just chilling when our sweaty guide comes running up: - They’ve been looking for you everywhere, we’ve got to leave! - !!!!! - It’s three o’clock! We’d heard “you’ve got three hours” when we were supposed to hear “until” between “got” and “three”… Time to head back already. This first experience was meant to help us assess Théodore for the future. We talk it over. We’re pretty disappointed. The meal was mostly the head and tail of a big fish with rice, a few tiny skewers, and the drink was a bottle of water we’d brought that morning, now turned into lukewarm liquid under the sun… We decide to look elsewhere. During the twenty-minute tuk-tuk ride back, I stuck to my “we’ll think about it and call you” stance while he kept talking about the lousy season, extreme scarcity, and no money coming in… We stayed firm, and his sadness was obvious. He was really counting on a deal with us…

That evening, we finally decide to try the hotel restaurant’s “buffet.” For me, it’s “meh,” but Dom is literally loving it! A local music group sets up. The singer’s first move is to place a hat right in front to collect money. Dom and I are sitting at the table right next to them and ignore them pointedly. They won’t get anything from us. But the indifference of all these well-off people—no applause for these kids who play really well—eventually cracks our armor. I rush to our room to grab my wallet… Like magic, the atmosphere shifts from gloomy to dazzling. We look at each other, smile, start tapping our feet, and everyone relaxes. In that moment, the same thought crosses my mind about Théodore and his tough situation. He didn’t choose the bad fish. He did his best. The other groups didn’t eat any better—everyone does the exact same tour at the same price. Why not him? We decide to give him another chance. We’ll get our excursion and the feeling of helping someone through a rough patch...





Friday, October 4, 2019 Nosy Bé

A quiet day… Pool time… We scout the meet-up point for tomorrow’s whale-watching hike, about 2 kilometers down the beach…



Then we head back along a path that takes us away from the sea, discovering different landscapes…



We end the day with a trip to Dar Es Salam, always a favorite, to grab some snacks and drinks…



In the evening, after sunset—always a little different, always spectacular—I have lobster at Sol with my friend Merlot, a South African wine…

JA Jasrymn Veteran ·
Lovely writing that reads like a photo novel—can’t wait for the next episode!
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Hi Jasrymn,

I just checked out your https://www.myatlas.com/jasrymn/dix-ans-de-bourlingues-a-madagascar. It’s amazing, and I feel like a tiny, vaguely bourgeois tourist after reading it! Your compliment means even more now! I’ll definitely wander through your other travels around the world when I get the chance—totally sure it’ll kickstart the dream factory...
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Saturday, October 5, 2019

Today’s the highlight of the trip: whale shark hunting—we’re right in the middle of the season! We’ve got a meet-up with Rando’Baleines on Ashanti Beach.



It’s almost two kilometers to the spot, but it’s cool—there are some really affectionate and playful kids tagging along with us.



Then we wait… Like every experience. That’s the rule. The guys tell you a time and show up an hour later to make sure everyone’s there.



If you’re the impatient type, you’ve picked the wrong destination, my friend! They finally arrive. The team—two Malagasy guys and one French—is pro. They know where to go and how to find them. We get briefed on the rules, all that stuff, and off we go! Adventure time!



Actually, it’s not that hard. The whale shark eats small fry and krill (plankton, shrimp…) that it sucks up with its vacuum-cleaner-like mouth. It’s wherever there’s a lot of it. And since bonitos—a fish that looks like a small tuna—eat the same thing at the surface, and you can spot a school from really far away because they make such a ruckus, you just head toward that excited bunch, and the shark’s underneath.



The vibe is super nice. We’ve got a group of young globetrotters who travel together regularly and have a real passion for snorkeling. Even though we almost never socialize, we hit it off right away.



“Go go go go!!!” I didn’t see anything, but I rush, put on my flippers, mask, and snorkel, and jump straight off the boat—completely forgetting all the instructions (NEVER jump off the boat). My flippers are great; I’m face-to-face with the monster in no time. It’s really impressive. First, I’m surprised by the number of big white parasites it’s hosting. Then, it’s the size! It *is* the biggest fish in the world, and you can tell! It comes up to the surface right in front of me, then dives into the depths and disappears. It’s just magical! It doesn’t resemble anything I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like something out of prehistoric times. Maybe we’ll run into a dinosaur later on the island! I don’t have an underwater camera, which I really regret when the Swiss girl shows me what she filmed with her GoPro. To give you an idea, I found this on Google Images—it’s the closest to the beast we met.

That’s exactly it. In fact, it’s a photo taken by a tourist right here in Nosy Bé. We keep exploring. Another dive, another plunge. This time, I don’t find it. I’m next to the guide, just as clueless as I am. We surface, and he tells me, “Oh well, let’s head back.” Then suddenly, “It’s here—it’s gonna pass right under us!” And I see it gliding majestically just beneath my feet, like a big yellow-polka-dotted submarine. Incredible!

Third round, same story—I don’t see a thing. I give up and come across a ctenophore. It’s so strange—it looks like an underwater streetlamp.



I spend long minutes watching it, fascinated, then surface, ready to head back. That’s when several voices call out to me: “Watch out! It’s coming right at you!” And sure enough, I dodge it by a hair and see it pass at a distance where I could’ve touched it.



As the Americans say, “Amazing!”



I’m so mesmerized by the grace of the giant fish that I don’t realize my mask is too loose and full of water. I swallow a good amount, choke, rip off my mask, and swallow even more. The feeling is extremely unpleasant. I’ve had enough—I skip the last dive, even though it was apparently fabulous, according to the participants—a couple at the surface who were totally approachable.

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OT Othellomoto Veteran ·
Hi there!

I was there around the same dates—maybe we crossed paths! 😉

Diving with the whale sharks was a truly amazing experience for me too. Didn’t see any *lanternfish*, but I did spot manta rays and mobula rays.
RE Resak Regular ·
Thanks for everything, Jean-Luc, It’s really lovely to read. We’d love to read your other travel journals.
JA Jasrymn Veteran ·
Hello Jasrymn,

I just went through your https://www.myatlas.com/jasrymn/dix-ans-de-bourlingues-a-madagascar. It’s extraordinary, and I feel like a tiny, vaguely bourgeois tourist after reading it! Your compliment means even more because of that! I’ll definitely check out your other travels around the world when I get the chance—obviously certain it’ll kickstart the dream factory...

Hello and thank you for the compliment, no doubt about it! I really appreciate humility in people, and it seems we share that trait... Your story reminded me of a little anecdote: we were in India, eating at a restaurant, and in front of us was a dance performance. The dancer was wonderful and full of grace, but no one was watching—we were the only ones applauding. Our ways of traveling are probably very different; you must’ve noticed I’m not really into luxury but more into adventure. But that doesn’t matter at all! As long as the experience is interesting.
JL Jlcro Regular ·


They’re estimated to live up to 130 years. They can dive under two thousand meters deep and stay underwater for months. Of course, the species is in decline and is on the red list of endangered animals. Here, everyone has an ecological sensitivity, including the clients. There’s a charter with rules to follow: don’t dive to avoid stressing the animal (yeah, right…), don’t touch it, stay at least 3 meters away, no more than 6 divers at a time (yeah, right… in reality, as soon as the six leave, the rest of the boat follows…). When a boat drops its divers, any other boat waiting for the show must wait until the previous ones have surfaced… etc., etc. There are no plastic bottles on the boat; we’re given a metal canteen. The vibe is highly commendable! As for our star of the day, it’s a completely enigmatic animal. According to our guide, we don’t know much about the species—its reproduction, its ocean routes… There’s a mission here trying to understand their behavior. The pattern of spots on their backs is their fingerprint, and the local team has developed software to identify them for sure with a camera. They now have names, like Michel, the local celebrity, who’s not shy at all and seems to enjoy human company. Over 300 have been identified so far, making this site absolutely unique in the world. We also note that 80% of the whales observed are males, which could mean the females are elsewhere and there’s a geographic zone where they meet, but we have no idea where this "orgy" takes place. We’ve tagged 8 of these creatures, but the system only works for a few months and requires the animal to stay near the surface. Still, the experiment has helped scientists better understand the importance of Nosy Be, as four of the eight sharks returned after swimming over 4,250 kilometers in four months.



The boat then takes us to Nosy Sakatia, right across from where we’re staying. There’s a sort of marine meadow they call a seagrass bed, where two species of sea turtles, including the green turtle, come to feed and reproduce. It’s really cool to see them swim, like big birds, poking their heads out of the water before diving back into barely two meters of depth.



We have dinner on the island—fish, rice, potatoes, as usual, but better than the last tour!



On the way back after a sea trip, there’s nothing like rinsing off in one of the pools. We’re looking for two lounge chairs when two old guys offer us their seats. "We’re leaving, take these!" I spot a very pretty young Black girl (oh, men!) around 16-17 years old doing circles in the water. We chat with the two men who seem to live here and treat themselves to a stay at the hotel for the site’s pleasure. They’re very old, and we talk about health, quadruple bypasses, and other senior topics. As we’re about to part ways, one of them calls over the girl, who joins him and snuggles up against him. The three of them leave with sparks of happiness in their eyes. Dom and I are stunned, even though this kind of wealthy-old-guy-young-Malagasy-girl relationship isn’t hidden in Dar es Salaam. This kind of couple is, just like whale sharks and lemurs, one of the country’s big attractions. It’s obviously regrettable… But we’re in a world of money, and it seems inevitable.

In the evening, Zébu and SudAf are my best friends.

It was supposed to rain… We got a few distant flashes over the sea. However, the atmosphere is heavy and very humid.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

It’s become our rhythm—early to bed, early to rise. This morning, we hit the pool… Nothing special to do, just relaxing. I take the chance to check the internet, which is like the pioneer days… It’s exhausting, but I deal with it.



At 2 PM, we have a meet-up with Théo. We gave him two tickets: one for Mont Passot and one for the Lokobe Reserve. Time for the first one! It’s about climbing to the island’s highest point, barely 330 meters, then descending to the sacred lakes. After a 5-kilometer walk through the bush, we’ll climb back up just in time for sunset. Ready to go?



We’re accompanied by a young guide who was born and lives in the area. He’s very professional, explains the customs, makes us smell the essences, and tells us about the uses of each plant… He’s a walking encyclopedia! Below, he gives us a demo of a wood dye he gets by pressing leaves.



There are a few sections that used to be a road, littered with big dead leaves that crunch underfoot, surrounded by colonies of sensitive plants—real ones that retract when you touch them.



We spot the two lakes, which are craters.



We quickly come across a beautiful chameleon.

JL Jlcro Regular ·
A bit further on, there’s a second one. I’ve got to say, Théo has an incredible eye! He made us stop the car on the road because he’d spotted one while driving! Without him, we wouldn’t have seen a single one. Really!



Dominique’s never afraid of anything. We hand her the most improbable things to taste, and she tries them all…



She’ll try anything. No fear at all! Here, it’s the island of Ylang Ylang, a tree that produces a fruit resembling leaves, from which a highly prized perfume essence is made. Big perfume houses use it. There’s so much of it everywhere!



The photo below has nothing to do with it—it’s a papaya tree. Every guide plays the same joke. The male papaya has flowers, while the female bears the fruit. So this one is definitely a papaya tree, while the other is a… *Mamaya*! Ha ha ha ha… You see, we’re having fun…



The mamaya, then,



next to a fruit used to make mattresses. Very comfortable, but mice love them, we’re told…



We arrive at a traditional Ylang Ylang distillery. A poor guy is working away in there in scorching heat, half-naked. The scene is so straight out of Zola that we slip him a bill as we pass, trying to ease his struggle for a moment…



The "factory" seen from above…



We come across some cattle… Théo goes out of his way, climbing trees to pick fruit… Much to Dominique’s delight!



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