Ah, Madagascar. When I mention places I visit, I am often met with question marks or that sucking sound accompanied by a tense wrinkled spot between the eyebrows. But Madagascar always gets an “Ah.” An “Ah” and a dazed dreamy smile only the purest of fantasies get.
People think Madagascar is magic, and in many ways it is. In the right spot, it’s a colorful heaven –- dancing lemurs with big curious eyes jumping high in the branches, and skulking chameleons catching due drops on the swirls of their tails at night.
My flight to Madagascar was also magic – even though it didn’t seem like it first. In fact, I should be thankful I had a flight at all. When I came to the appropriately nicknamed Air Mad (Air Madagascar) to check in, it turned out they knew nothing of my booking. To make things worse, it was only an hour before the flight, so the tickets were a few hundred dollars more expensive. But after protracted arguments with the manager, I was finally on my way to the island that might just as well have been a tiny continent of its own – a country whose unspoiled forests, both tropical and dry, are famous for the quirkiest wildlife one could ever hope to see on this planet – Ah, Madagascar.
Born in Ukraine, raised in Israel, and acquiring her higher education in the US, Sarit Reizin is proud to call herself a citizen of the world. However, to stay worthy of the title, she felt a nomadic lifestyle was in order, and in November 2005 left the comforts of the first world with no desire of coming back any time soon. http://HopStopTravel.com