The village is in the Ankazobe national 4, 39 km from Antananarivo, the capital. The streets are unpaved and dirt, as the island is red so there are contrasts. The sky is a deep blue. When we got there it was a market day and the streets were crowded. We stayed at the Hotel Madame Martinelli. Anyone looking for luxury and comfort, it cannot be found in a place like Ankazobe, but there are nice people, places full of charm and moments to treasure. When I was there there was no electricity. The nights are unforgettable.
This river rises in the centre of the country and stretches over 250 kilometres to reach the Mozambique Channel. It can be sailed during the dry season and you can camp on the sandy virgin beaches. I've met many villagers who live far away from civilization and the ancestral rituals are the entire subsistence of the economy. The landscape changes while sailing until you come to the throat of the PN Tsingy of Behamara.