Fort Dauphin

Fort Dauphin, or Tôlañaro, is the largest city in southern Madagascar. Built on the south eastern coast, it is a major port town, and contains an eclectic bunch of people.

One of Fort Dauphin’s ports.

Fort Dauphin, as with every other city in Madagascar, has a great deal of destitution and poverty.

The only way to get around.

Taxis are abundant, and often honk at white people as they drive by, advertising their services

Men work on their truck, which has broken down in the middle of the road

New buildings are springing up all over the city.

The town could scarcely be more spectacularly set, bordered to the north by mountains, visible from almost every spot in the city.

Trucks in the city are typically of ancient construction

The streets of Fort Dauphin

The mountains loom over backstreets

Fort Dauphin is under constant improvement. Recently, Rio Tinto has shoved a large amount of money into road improvements, leading to pavement in many places.

The main road along the coast – it has been redone this year.

Actually, it is in the process of being redone.

In the town’s centre is Tanambao market, full of excited merchants, babbling shoppers, and scents and sights to tantalise the senses.

The main fruit market is incredible

The meat market reeks, but is probably the funnest atmosphere in the whole market

The variety of meats is incredible

A large amount of meat is bought and sold every day, but only to the most wealthy of inhabitants.

The top of the market

Fort Dauphin’s market contains a wide and beautiful variety of fruits.

Women browse the clothing section of the market

Some sellers specialise in a specific item. This man sells mainly buckets and other plastic containers

The market

A seller of clothes stands and shouts costs at passers by

An icecream vendor counts his profits

At night, there are also opportunities to buy things in a much smaller, more concentrated area.

At night, vending continues in a small area near the Gendarmerie

The setup is small, but a riot of sound and smells

This man was the head of the small establishment we ate at.

At his feet, I noticed a hand, and then realised there were two people wrapped in blankets, asleep.

As with every African town, there are some things that just make lovely photos.

A tiny hotel on the main road

There is a church in the town with the CREEPIEST Jesus statue above it.

A boat stands abandoned on a road on Libanona Peninsula

A small shop in Bazarikely

The side of the WWF building, and its spectacular backdrop

A tiny shop on the side of the road

Scaffolding is constructed from logs

A small shack surrounded by greenery in the poorer area of Fort Dauphin

With its coastal setting, Fort Dauphin naturally has some really incredible beaches. One of the most popular tourist destinations is Libanona Beach, and you can really see why.

The reason people flock here is fairly apparent.

The D800’s built in HDR function is fascinating. Difficult to use, but has very interesting effects.

A weaker HDR of sunset in Fort Dauphin

This view is also on the 5000 Ariary note

Sunrise from the Libanona Peninsula

The view across the Libanona peninsula

Libanona beach has a fairly large resident population of children who pester tourists and attempt to sell them things.

These are those children.

A man fishes on Libanona Beach

The sun sets behind the Anosy mountain chain

Nestled above the Libanona Beach, in a forest on top of a small hill, is the Libanona Ecology Centre, which will be the topic of the next post.

One comment on “Fort Dauphin

  1. Heinrich C. Scherz says:

    Great for you to let us look over your shoulders as you explore Madagascar! Thanks.


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