Going to Winnipeg...

The last month and a half was spent in the bush village of St. Luce, where I was helping out with the organization's conservation programme. We spent part of our time there camping on a narrow penisula bordered by a river on one side and the Indian Ocean on the other. Among other things, we searched for lemurs, amphibians, and reptiles, and saved an endangered species of palm. Previously, there had been only 50 Dypsis stlucii individuals left in the entire world, there are now an additional 523.

The boys and I also tried our luck fishing in the river (which has had numerous crocodile sightings). We used a significant sized chunk of chicken intestine as bait, convinced we were going to catch a big enough fish to feed everyone on camp. We didn't catch any fish, but had one bite that broke the line and almost pulled Martin into the river (okay, slight exaggeration). But you can't tell us we didn't almost catch a crocodile!

I'm back in Fort Dauphin at the moment, but will likely be heading out this week for one last epic adventure that is the taxi-brousse system of Madagascar. Three days and two nights driving up the east coast to the Capital city of Antananarivo. Stories to come.

In other news, I have decided to return to Canada a bit earlier than expected. I will be home on the 1st of August and shortly after will be moving to Winnipeg (yup, going to Winnipeg...) to start a Masters degree program at the University of Manitoba. I'm already beginning to dread the inevitable reverse culture shock of returning to the 'developed' world, especially when I'm leaving a place that I have such a deep love for. But it will be good to see friends and family again.

Holiday in Madagascar

Having mom here in Madagascar has reminded how completely strange this place is, and yet how completely normal it has become.



For example, a few days ago I heard one of the bungalow/restaurant staff members talking to mom. When I asked her what he had said... "Oh, he just needed to get past our bathroom so he could get some chicken." As she finished telling me this, we heard the unmistakeable sound of a squawking chicken before it meets death. Mom had expected him to go to a freezer and pull out some frozen chicken. When the sound registered we looked out to see the beginnings of our fresh chicken soup lying dead beneath our window, and proceeded to laugh to the point of tears.

We spent part of the morning wandering through the market looking through the 'frip'... piles of second, third, or possibly even fourth or fifth hand clothing that were likely Value Village and Salvation Army rejects. The skill of bargaining has become very useful here, and since mom has been here we have negotiated decent prices for a flannel bush shirt, a pair of flip flops, a variety of fruit, and a three foot long tuna.



Mom had flashbacks of her childhood when seeing the overwhelming popularity of the game of marbles among the kids here. However, the feelings of nostalgia only went so far; we've also seen a kid carrying a leashed chicken on his head with a younger sibling following behind holding the leash in her teeth, boys playing soccer around their herd of goats, and I've even seen kids climbing on the bloody head of a zebu. Some games just don't translate.



Mom has also been introduced to the endurance test that is a Malagasy road trip. I knew she she was becoming accustomed to it when on the road back from Andohahela National Park she groaned when seeing a sign saying Fort Dauphin was still 22km ahead of us. At home, we could cover 22km in a mere 10 minutes. Here, I'd say we'd be doing well if we covered 3km in 10 minutes. And a road trip wouldn't be complete without getting stuck in the mud, having to scout out a partially collapsed bridge, or having to walk multiple kilometres around sections of impassable roads.

It has been a great holiday for both of us, and time has slipped by very quickly. Mom's flight is "scheduled" to leave tomorrow morning, although 'schedule' is a loose term when talking about Air Mad. Soava dia!

Sometimes, Being Robbed Has Its Upsides

In my last post, I mentioned the unfortunate robbery at my little house. In a somewhat amusing turn of events, I have recovered my computer. I returned to the police station to pick up my declaration in order to submit my insurance claim, only to find my computer sitting behind the commissioner's desk. I was amazed, mahagaga even, as the competency of the authorities was previously questioned by all. Nice work team. The amusing part of this story goes like this. Pre-robbery, the computer was suffering from some old-age health issues. The backlighting worked only some of the time, so more often than not I had to sit with my back to a window in order to see what I was doing. It turns out the thieves reconfigured the computer, fixed the backlighting, and installed updated versions of everything. So among other things, I now have Office 2007 as opposed to 2003. It works better than it ever has before. Love it. Now I'm just waiting for my stolen tin bowls to be transformed into fine china.

Mom has been in town for over a week already. We've been staying in the Dadamanga Bungalow on the beach - a bizarre little oasis of luxury that includes daily hot showers. Okay, maybe I'm just extremely easy to please. We also went on a two day bush excursion and entered the wonderful world of tents, long drop toilets, and rice and beans. Even though it was the first time in a tent for mom in 25 years and likely the last for the next 25 years, we both thoroughly enjoyed the croc hunt in a pirogue, the forest walk, and the drive through the countryside. We are now sitting in our cozy little bungalow waiting for the rainy day to pass so we can get out to the lemur reserve.

Misy Vaovao

It seems like a lot has happened in the last few weeks.

The cruise ship day was a bit of a flop. It was extremely strange to see so many very obese, very demanding white people wandering the streets of Fort Dauphin. I had forgotten how large Western culture is. Sadly, it was a case of the rich get richer. Fort Dauphin isn't what you would call a typical cruise port. For one, there isn't really anything to see. A lot of them just went straight to the one upscale hotel, had drinks, and went straight back to the port. At least the taxi drivers had a good day.

My English teaching days have finished... a bit of a relief I have to admit. I spent the last couple weeks in the bush village of St. Luce. I was doing some monitoring work where fast growing tree species were planted to serve as a source of firewood for the village in the future. I love the bush! There is nothing better than a night sky in rural Madagascar or waking up to the sound of frogs and roosters.

A Peace Corps volunteer is living in St. Luce and is currently working on a bee project. Yes, bees. Now that I've learned how to build a bee house, capture bees, protect them from enemies, and harvest honey, I'm determined to start a couple hives when I get home. In fact, we were all so excited about the project that part of the lunch break was spent coming up with semi-clever bee-related puns to include on the 'to do' list.

In not so terrific news, I arrived home to Fort Dauphin to find that my house had been broken into and everything was turned inside out. They stole my computer, ipod, dishes, and foam mattress. Luckily I'm living in a country where there is no use for credit cards. Although they were obviously found, they weren't taken. I'm just thankful that I wasn't there when they broke in. I've spent the last couple days in and out of the police station filling out declarations and drawing maps of Canada in an attempt to explain why I don't speak French.

Because of the whole ordeal, I spent last night at a friend's place. She's one of the few people in town who has hot water, so I had my first hot shower in six months.

It's been one of those times that just makes me want to talk to mom. Lucky for me, it just so happens that her plane is landing in Fort Dauphin in 4 hours from now! Hooray!

Vazaha Invasion

Fort Dauphin is buzzing with the news that a South African cruise shipping is sailing into port at the end of the month. Almost 2000 wealthy, demanding vazahas will pour off the ship and invade our little city for the day. This will be very strange (hafahafa, you might say). Fort Dauphin is a city where if you see a foreigner you haven't seen before, you wonder what they are doing here and have the urge to join the Malagasy children in a choir of "Bonjour vazaha!"

Taxi drivers will be charging extortionate rates (at least compared with the standard 50 cent trip), and I'm sure we will see similarly inflated prices for food and everything else in town for those 5 short hours. The local Chamber of Commerce is offering tours and is struggling to find enough English speaking guides in town cater to that many people.

I am tempted to take a chair to the market and just sit and watch the mayhem. We are all wondering if this will turn out to be a good thing or a bad thing for the locals and the economy. Obviously, there are upsides and downsides, and the looming risk that FD may just not have have sufficient infrastructure or organization to take on this type of tourism.

Anyways, I will definitely get some photos of the madness, and will let you know how it turns out.

P.S. For those of you who know what I'm talking about... the Bolo factory has come out with a new line. We now, in addition to the classic vanilla and banana, have orange and cappaccino! Exciting, I know.

The Last Month and a Bit

I promised myself I would make a good effort to keep this updated. I have failed so far this year.

Azafady!

Sitting on a bag of charcoal. The look on the woman's face beside me says it all.


Last weekend, I went out to the bush to take part in a tree planting event. It was quite impressive to see the vast number of villagers from the surrounding areas who came out to join in the work. About 1000 people turned up, all dressed in their best, and most colorful outfits. Although the truck carrying the 4000 tree seedlings broke down not too far outside of Fort Dauphin, there were enough already on site to go through with the ceremony.

I ran into a bit of a moral dilemma while we were there. There were some VIPs from Tana and the multinational mining corporation in FD who came for the ceremony. When lunchtime rolled around, they brought out coolers full of sandwiches for their people. The folks from my organization were also provided with large sandwiches. I made my sandwich in a small hut and couldn't bring myself to leave the hut and eat in front of 1000 hungry villagers. Some of them could see inside. I felt guilty as I ate that sandwich. But what could I do? If you share it, who do you share it with? If you choose someone to share it with, you will likely start a fight. So we sat there eating our sandwiches. Feeling guilty.

In additional bush news, I talked for a few minutes with a man from Beandry (the village where I helped build a school a year ago) and found out that their school has never gotten a teacher and has been shut since we were there. I'm hoping to visit in the next month, so maybe I can find out what happened.

As for life in Fort Dauphin....

I'm still learning Malagasy, which I find is rewarding and frustrating at the same time. I can say quite a lot, but understanding is very difficult. But it always feels good to have someone say "Mahay miteny Malagasy" (You speak Malagasy well). One of my students from the high school has made it a habit to stop by once or twice a week to teach me a few words and phrases. Actually, often he writes up entire pages of vocab. Thanks, Skar!

I was excited to hear that lobster season had begun. I was then as equally as disappointed to find out that almost all of the lobster is exported to foreign markets, and you can't actually buy it here. Lucky for me, a friend of a gasy friend decided to turn his vehicle into a lobster car, which means that the freezer at his family's shop will often be well stocked with tasty lobster. Two days ago, I bought six lobster for 2000 Ariary. A dollar!!

Dinner

It has rained for the past three days straight, which might normally be a bit depressing, but this time has obvious upsides. I have water again! Before the rain, I was averaging about 1.5 hours per day of water flow to my house from about 5:30 to 7:00 am. It was a small window of opportunity to shower, use the toilet, do laundry, and fill up enough buckets and bottles to last me for a day of cooking, washing, etc. I've had water ALL day today.

I also bought an umbrella at the market today. It is my new favorite thing as now I can leave my house at any time instead of having to wait for a break in the rain to sprint wherever I'm going. I wonder why I didn't spend the $2 on one four months ago. Speaking of umbrellas, I had a humorous moment yesterday when one of my students showed up for class holding one of those huge umbrellas that come with an outdoor patio set. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have the rest of the set at home:) Right behind him, another student came in wearing the hood of a rain coat. Yes, just the hood. The rest of the coat was nowhere to be seen. It's little things like this that make me love Madagascar.

This post comes as a request...


While there is much more variety in food at the local market than I had originally expected, I have no cookbooks and am becoming bored of my various rice-bean-veggie inventions.

Here is a list of foods I have access to at the market. If anyone feels like passing on a recipe that includes said foods, I would be ever so grateful! They could be sent by email or facebook.

Please note that I have no oven or fridge. Only a two burner coleman stove.

Meat and meatish:

Various cuts of zebu (including ground meat)

Unfortunately, chicken is not an option (the only way to buy chicken here is alive) I don't like chicken enough to spend the time killing, feathering, and gutting it so I can can eat it for dinner.

Fish (fish steak, whole fish, shrimp) Oh, and lobster season has begun!

Beans of all varieties

Eggs

Peanuts

Fruits and veggies:

Tomatoes, onions, potatoes, sweet potatoes, sweet potato leaves, cucumber, leeks, carrots, eggplant, pumpkin, green beans, corn, cabbage.

Pineapple, mango, banana, passionfruit, papaya, coconut, oranges.

Others:



Noodles

Peanut butter, soya sauce, vinegar, milk powder


Spices: salt, pepper, curry, chili, others can be bought from the 'specialty' store

Thanks a million!