Parque Nacional Masoala
Going down the river
The experience that in certain moments has won the qualification of savage, turns out to be incredibly comfortable. We were kept the best environments to spend nights under the roofs of countless stars, our arrivals coincide with wood burning stoves at full power, bathrooms are immense and they invite to dive in surrounding bubbling waters of the tapestries full of impenetrable green lushness. The lights that dazzle with their deep opacities and lunar resurgences without comparison. The resonances of night lives, from the forest, many and enigmatic. For sure that the itinerary between Maroantsetra and Cap Est is carved by multitude of streams and rivers that add up more than fifty, and as many times the luck to cross them, often dipping the bottom in the water. Neither easily forgettable is the day of the crossing of the rainforest marked by the life together with some black bugs, inhabitants of that environment, the leeches, disgusting bloodsuckers that have shown us with unrivalled perseverance that we are nothing but a piece of food. Small and imperceptible at the first moment when sticked to, in a moment turned into a miniature american football's ball, displaying purple tonalities through their translucent skin. Neither the long sleeves, neither the trousers. The best thing - the naked skin for en early detection and immediate expulsion.
