A quick cross-country dash and we were in the cradle of all crawling, clawing, flying, and fantastic. How so many different creatures coexist harmoniously under the same treetops - I don't know, but they are all here. All the stench of the taxi-brousse stations, the mystery ingredients of the Chinese soups we've become accustomed to here, and the ( Read more... )

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Vova left us in paradise. The land of zebu milk and baobab honey - Ifaty. At times, his methods drove me up the wall, so I was surprised to feel a lump in my throat when we said our goodbyes. On the other hand though, if I didn't feel that way in the end of a four month journey with the guy on what was probably the best part of the trip so far, I ( Read more... )

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We hike and hitchhike and this is what for. To climb another mountain, to spot another lemur, another chameleon, and catch the sunset - wedge it between the orange mountain peaks and squeeze every last drop of light to illuminate that perfect shot. Where are we going? Maybe we are already there? I chase these questions away, because for now, I like ( Read more... )

...luckily, they are only as big as a dry leaf, and look like one too.


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I've got the bug. A Madagascan bug. Dozens of Madagascan bugs, in fact. Box-like green ones with spikes, and huge winged beauties that streak through the night sky like comets - their long tails trailing them like long bright ribbons. There are hungry ones too, marching on the ground searching for a good place lo latch on and then leave behind a ( Read more... )

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