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history, but also local cultural exhibits. There are displays of transport, guns, cannons (one
a gift from George IV to Radama I in 1817), police uniforms and even an intriguing array
of genuine murder weapons.
HEADING NORTH OR SOUTH
Moramanga lies at a crossroads. To the north is RN44 which leads to Lake Alaotra, de-
scribed opposite. To the south is a rough but interesting road to Anosibe an'Ala and the
Chutes de Mort, a large waterfall 53km from Moramanga.
ContinuingeastalongRN2youreachAndasibe(Périnet)inabouthalfanhour(see Click
Here ) .
MADAGASCAR YOLK TALE
Rupert Parker
We were travelling back from a famadihana in Ambatondrozaka to Moramanga early
onemorninganddecidedtostophalfwayatasmall hotely forbreakfast.MyMalagasy
friends decided to order chicken and rice, but I was feeling a bit queasy and asked if
they could do me ' œuf sur le plat - fried egg. This sounded like the safest bet. But,
this being Madagascar, they asked for money in advance to buy the egg. We sat and
waited for our food and eventually coffee was served; we also saw a girl going out
and returning with an egg. Soon the chicken and rice arrived but there was nothing
for me. We asked what the problem was and they said they had no oil and needed to
buy some before they could start the cooking. I produced a little more money and my
friends tucked into their food.
After 20 minutes, by now very hungry, there was still no fried egg. I enquired what
was going on. A very worried man emerged from the kitchen and beckoned for us to
enter the dark, smoke-filled space at the back. He explained that the problem was that
they had bought an egg without a yolk and he wanted us to see it in case we didn't
believehim.Thiswasnewsindeed,soweallcrammedinsidetobeholdthisMalagasy
marvel - a world first perhaps. Of course the truth was somewhat more mundane: as
we peered into the pan there was a sticky yellow mess. They'd broken the yolk, or
maybe stirred the egg, and created a perfect omelette. It was delicious, but obvious
that they'd never fried an egg before.
The moral is don't take anything for granted in Madagascar.
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