We passed through the famous Avenue of the Baobabs on our return trip to Morondava. It consists of at least a dozen gigantic and truly majestic Baobab trees (called Ranalas by the locals, who hold them sacred in a land where nature is unfortunately not generally revered) along a dirt road, flanked my dozens more Baobabs of varying sizes and shapes. I like Baobabs. I like their weird otherworldly shapes, their funky energy and their strange leafing and flowering habits. I like that they were here long before humans came to fetishize them and cut down the surrounding forests, leaving them to tower over the landscapes. And to see so many clustered together like a tall and bulbous family in one place was very cool. The dirt avenue is a road for wandering locals, Malagasy sightseers, and poor kids wanting you to pay money to take a picture of them and/or their chamaleon prisoners. Nearby is the famous "Baobab Amoureux", a couple of trees intertwined like cosmic arboreal lovers.