Along the way, we passed many villages with ordinary grass hats. The locals were friendly and often waved hello. At the end of the road laid the village of Saint-Augustin, where a group of Puritans settled back in 1645. They survived there only 18 months. Today’s village has nothing that may relate to the first European settlement.
Saint-Augustin (Madagascar), is a fishing village on the beach. Piles of garbage stinking of rotten fish in conjunction with feces are everywhere. This is a typical rural landscape in Madagascar. Walking there you need to be careful not to step on a human excrement lying everywhere. At low tide strong, unpleasant smell from the river was also well perceptible. It is easy to imagine what carries the water from the villages upriver.