COS Vacation: Ile Sainte Marie, 2012
And we're off! The brousse seemed fine...
...until our driver turned out to be horrible! Two collisions, one pedestrian "love tap," one dead dog, and countless "AHHH THIS IS IT" moments later, we made it to Tamatave. The brousse did not look like this when we started the trip.
Sunset in Foulpointe.
Shayla is ready for anything...
...except for this boat ride from hell. At one point we saw a huge wave coming directly towards us. It crashed on TOP of our boat. Shayla grabbed my arm and said very calmly "Are we under?" Hilarious, once we made it safely back onto dry land. We were not the luckiest travelers on this vacation.
Reunited with old friends!
He knows what's up.
View from our balcony. I think I'm yelling down to Jonathan to pick me up some pizza.
Nothing quite like some Coke at 9am to get you ready for the beach. Caffein addiction is a serious thing when you're too poor to buy coffee.
Let's go to the beach!
With all our camping gear. Overpacked and prepared, as I always say.
On our way to Ile aux Nattes -- the island off the island off the island.
Oh ugly, crowded beaches...
Setting up camp!
Reppin' the retro O's hat.
Living the dream.
Just three best friends goofing around on a hammock. Piggyback: fail.
Look what I found! I tried to buy it off him to go with my hat, but he said no. I settled for a picture.