The only vazah in the village

Four am on a Sunday morning, and we have just pulled into the taxi-brousse station south of Tana. It’s been twelve roastercoller hours from the quaint highland town of Ambalavao, and twenty-two since I set out from the camp in Tsaranoro valley where I spent the week. Two hours’ walk out of the mountains took… Continue reading The only vazah in the village

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Dental floss is reusable (and other things I’d rather you didn’t judge me for)

There is nothing like a foreign country to test your conceptions of reality. When you have walked around Shoprite (which is practically the Mada equivalent of Woolworths) three times and still cannot find a single bag of flour, then you know - you’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. There are odd things one simply cannot… Continue reading Dental floss is reusable (and other things I’d rather you didn’t judge me for)