That night, Madagascar greeted me at the airport with a thick, smoky darkness, a gruff one-toothed driver and a taxi with a door that flew open around corners. I had arrived in south-west Madagascar to live and work amongst the Vezo fisher folk who subsisted entirely off the spoils of the Toliara reef system.…
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Mentioning an upcoming trip to Madagascar in the majority of cases will elicit one response from people. “OH, like the movie?” They say, happy to have found some frame of reference, albeit one with a singing and dancing animal cast. To this, I have found, the best response is to find the closest map or…
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