18th June Ambanja - Antsiranana

Finally they arrive back at about 10am. I have to call the official and I'm told that their is a small fine involved, even though I have done nothing wrong plus I must visit him when I return to Tana, he wants that to be the 25th June but I get it changed to the 28th June. My fine 20 euro disappears into a pocket, no receipt and I'm also told not to go back to that field.
We head north at about 11am with an escort out of town, it seems I don't get to stop for food either. Thank god for bananas. After 24+ hours I finally get a meal at Ambilobe. The quality wasn't great, and I had to wait nearly an hour as its made when ordered but by that stage I didn't care.
Seeing signs of panning or actually panners in a lot of creeks running off the central highlands. I wonder if there are and mining companies prospecting up here yet?
The last 131 km to Antsiranana takes 2 1/2 hours as the road is very poor in patches. I end up at the "Le Grand Hotel" and it is certainly that. I wouldn't normally stay in this quality hotel as I dislike wasting the money ($110/night) on what is essentally just a place to sleep but they offer me a great discount ($60/night) and I figure I deserve a night or two of luxury.
The only other tourist there are the older gentlemen and a group (16) of younger french couples.
That night at dinner I get to talking with the chef and his french girlfriend as well as the group of french tourist. We are over in an area by ourselves as the rest of the place is taken up with the older men and their local partners.
When we get onto the subject of sex tourism the chef's offer to take us to a disco which is an eye opener. As everyone else is going, and its bloody boring at nights here, I go to. I know something is up as they are conversing to quick in french for me to follow, and I'm getting little laughs with the looks. Thirty seconds after arriving I know why. There are about 50 older gentlemen, mainly french but I hear some german as well and about 200 18-25 year olds. Just getting to the bar was an effort, slapping away hands literally groping for my attention. The french, between laughing their heads off, tried to help but it was like fighting off a frenzied pack of sharks with a tooth pick. I made it through 1 drink before heading back to the hotel bar with some of the french acting as escorts. They failed miserably as there were not too many places left untouched by the journey out. We all had a good laugh back at the hotel about it, even the waiters got in on the joke. The female Matre D even offered to take me to disco where the girls were even more hospitable. Finally headed off to bed, alone, at about 1am. Wishing I hadn't told the driver to be there at 8am.