Book a hostel with us and avoid the higher price due to third party booking commission.

Madagascar – Part 2

Taking her to America

The day was hot while I was driving to city Morondava. I was looking for a place to stop and drink a glass of water and talk to a local. I drove to the city and saw the sign “Restoran” by the road. I quickly stopped and sat at a table and looked around for a waitress. I didn’t know what I came for when the waitress stepped out of the kitchen. I could easily call her pearl because of her white teeth. She was elegantly walking towards me. I must’ve said something stupid that she asked if I was from America. America is still a synonym for a paradise to people here. Yes, I’m from America. In bad French, I asked her if she has any local beer as I was having a hard time swallowing I was so thirsty.
Content
 

 
The girl quickly came back with a beer she sat next to my table and playfully looked at me. Yes, looked. English was as foreign to her as French was to me. I wasn’t sure who was the biggest master of communication. Probably both of us. We chattered, made hand gestures and drew on paper. I was joking and said that I will take her with me to America. Later her friends came and sat next to me. And I was mentioning more and more how I will take her to America.
 
It was an amazing night and the party in the nearby club was great. The alcohol helped that we were dancing till the morning and I woke up in POS-POS taxi. It’s a carriage, which is dragged by a man. I lay on the bench and next to me was the girl who was laughing and saying that we’re in front of my hotel. I was exhausted and I only thought about the sleep. I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep. 
 
 
When I was waking up in the morning I saw an unbelievable contrast. The sheet was completely white and black looked beautiful on it.  My eyes were wide open when I saw this colour contrast next to me. There she was, covered in a sheet, sleeping. Her face and arm were peeking out. I laid a little and watched. I was thinking about yesterday’s stories and thought how would it be if I would see this image every day in my bedroom.
 
After breakfast we went to the pub where we met. I ordered a coke and was preparing to say goodbye. The girl mentioned that she’s just going home to pick up some things. She came back quickly with a small bag wearing pretty dress. Hm, what is going on, I asked myself. She must like me and wants to charm me. Then she asked me where we’re going today. The thing started to seem serious to me. I was more and more awful as I started to realize that my jokes went too far. I realized that this girl wants to go with me. To the world, reigned by capitalism and fight for more money. I didn’t like this at all and the words were getting harder and harder to say. I was getting ready to explain her the reality. That she can’t go anywhere without a passport, money and that she can’t even go on the motorcycle with me in that short dress, let alone to Europe. 
 
 
I tried but it looked like I really screwed up. I couldn’t tell her that I was joking. I didn’t know how to tell her that she can’t go with me. I didn’t know how to get out of it. I really screwed up a lot of times, but this time it was horrible. If only there weren’t innocent people’s feelings involved. I promised myself that I won’t play games anymore and especially not with these wonderful people.
 
I said to her that I’m going to get gas at the nearest station and that I’ll come back. I’ll remember the moment when I was leaving to the station forever. Small, black girl with black curls and an amazing body was further and further away. She was looking at me with sad eyes, wearing a short summer dress and holding a  small bag with all the things she thought she could need for a better world. Her happiness was slowly fading away from her hace. I remember so well that my eyes watered and I was so mad at myself. Why did I play with these things. 
 
 
I didn’t come back, I went straight out of the city to the island’s hinterland. I had remembered this story many times and thought what would’ve happened if I took this girl home. Maybe she would like it, but she definitely wouldn’t have a life this happy and carefree. The feelings calmed down in days and I was only left with a bitter story that I’ll never forget.
 
I was certain that this story was the only one like this from Madagascar. I just let myself drive around this beautiful paradise and you won’t believe the things that happened to me. The next story awaits in the next Globetrotter issue.

Related articles

Book things to do, attractions and tours

Subscribe