Heading south across country we passed through numerous ramstackle villages on the way to Kirindy - The Dry Forest.
The roads, such that they were, were dusty affairs potted in potholes. The landscape changed from jungle to scrub land to wide river to paddy field to desert to burnt out charred forest.
The Dry Forest when we eventually reached it should really be called The Dead Forest as it looked like water had never graced it for millennia. However we camped inside it and partook a couple of trails where we spotted all manner of wildlife. Lemurs (dancing, jumping, brown and mouse), fossas, iguanas, snakes, chameleons, owls, other birds, spiders, and ants).
A different side of Madagascar.