The reward, then, for our journey to the Tsingy de Bemaraha wasn't the sagging, pathetically cramped and musty room at our hotel. Nor was it the beautiful,nearly full moon rising as we watched from our dinner table. It certainly wasn't the strange and unappetizing choices for dinner, which I was just going to skip entirely but David insisted I eat something, requesting they make me an ‘omelet simple’ (plain).
