We woke up in Antananarivo after enduring almost 30 hours of plane travel the day or so before. Breakfast in the hotel was simple and satisfying and by 8:30 we were ready to set out on a walking tour of Tana. The city was dense with people and chaotic with traffic. There were many hills, and the architecture was much nicer than I had expected. The pollution was some of the worst I have ever experienced, almost immediately my sinuses were congested and inflamed. We briefly browsed the large market in the city center, items of note were heaping mounds of meal worms, a large selection of spices, tamarind, and many varieties of garlic. We continued on and walked the length of Independence Avenue, passing the “historic” train station and the town hall. The train station offered little of interest, and the town hall was fenced off in such a way that the mildly impressive building could only be viewed from a distance. We retraced our steps and headed towards the Rova, Madagascar’s historic seat of power, we passed the current presidential palace, very unimpressive, and then climbed the rest of the way to the Rova. The historic site sits upon the highest point in the city, the site itself is pleasant with appealing remnants of what was once likely an impressive palace. The sprawling views of Tana available from the site are disappointing, impoverished urban sprawl peppered with rice paddies and a haze of smog. We walked back to the hotel to recoup from the stress of dodging cars and breathing smog. Throughout the walk we were bombarded with children whom upon seeing the white of our skin approached us and begged for money, the youngest of which could not have been more than 3 years old. After a brief rest we optioned to take a taxi back towards the airport and visit a crocodile farm. What had been a 20 minute ride late the night before had become about an hour, the road was dense with traffic. The highway leading out of town cut through swaths of rice paddies, we looked out to watch Malagasy people farming their paddies, small outcroppings of homes built from clay brick and steel roofing stood out from the paddies like islands in a shallow sea. When we neared the farm, the land dried up and red dust covered the flora along the road. We noticed groups of people sitting on the roadside pounding large rocks until they were smaller rocks and making what we assumed was to be sold as gravel. At the farm we viewed many Malagasy animals including the famed fossa, civette, and of course crocodiles. We sat down at the on-site restaurant overlooking the enclosure with the largest crocodiles, I ordered the crocodile burger and my mother had the crocodile brochette, a little oily, a little chewy but overall delicious. Passing through the gift shop on our way out I drooled over crocodile belts and wallets with prices upwards of US$200, they were stylish but beyond my price range for such things. We headed back to Tana to relax before eating dinner at Kudeta, an upscale restaurant serving French Malagasy fusion cuisine, we each had local seafood options, the service was excellent, the prices were a bargain, and the food was exceptional. Overall I would recommend that one spend as little time as possible in Tana, I am told there are many other excellent restaurants in the city, but I don’t feel they are worth suffering the air pollution and traffic congestion.