Madagascar travel stories
Madagascar is a photographer's paradise. Its creatures and colors are so otherworldly, even an experienced photographer might have a difficult time capturing it all with a click of their extra powerful and super sensitive apparatus. As an armature photographer, it...
Madagascar's Baobab Alley is probably the most recognizable place in the whole country. Sadly, local children have been spoiled by tourists. The children have figured out a long time ago westerners want to take their picture but the kids are no longer interested to...
Ah, the taxi-brousse, the punishment I must endure for being able to see Madagascar's marvels on nobody's but my own schedule and trying to absorb, though not suffocate in, the local culture all at the same time. I kid myself, of course, I am bound, if not imprisoned,...
Madagascar is probably what most third-world countries used to be like before the millionth sunburned tourist demonstrated the locals what fat cash-cows first world travelers can be, thus ruining it for the rest of us who just want to see the world the way it is (or...
Though Madagascar's tropical forests and highlands belong to its lemurs and other natural treasures, the coasts are full of other primates: French men with the gorgeous Malagasy girls draped on them. The local bars belong to them as well, the restaurants too. It was...
If Dracula ever had a pet lemur it would have been the aye-aye. Nocturnal, with long teeth and long bony fingers- its most prominent feature, this is one lemur one would be least likely to want to cuddle. The creature is notoriously hard to see, to the point that some...
If you've got money you'll travel Madagascar by plane getting a bird's eye view of the rectangular patches of rice fields in all possible shades of green. If you wish to see what's in between the protected areas and beaches that you most likely came here for, you'll...
Everybody comes to Madagascar for the lemurs. Cute and fluffy, they give acrobatic performances most mornings, unless it rains, and even include in their newborn that cling tightly across their middle like little furry corsets. I, too, look up and click away afraid to...
Having arrived to Antanarivo late at night, I figured it was useless to go find a place to spend the night only to get up at the break of dawn to pile up into a dusty taxi-brousse and drive endlessly to our first destination. Instead, I've decided to sleep in the...
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....
I dream of bringing my future children to Madagascar. Who knows, maybe they'll go against the grain and actually think their parents are cool if the family trip will make them feel like they are on some hallucinogenic drug. Hell, maybe that'll even keep them away from...
Don't ask me 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 I've become accustomed to here, and the...
