Three little lemurs, sitting in a tree, G-R-O-O-MI-N-G...

This is a two parter : Lemur rant and taxi brousse.

Let’s start with the taxi brousse adventure. Now, taxi brousses are ‘dalla dalla’ for people familiar with Tanzania, or mini buses for the others… they should hold about 12 people decently, maybe 15 if your comfortable sharing your personal space. But, in my experience, people tend to be creative and fit up to 20 people…

So we flag one down and get in… all’s fine and dandy. Bit crammed but what’s new? Some 15 minutes in, the man next to megan starts retching out of the window. Lovely… but wait, so is somebody behind me… and in front of me… and 3 other people…

Half of the bus is spitting up either into flimsy plastic bags or out the window. While it made us feel slightly uneasy, my main reaction was just fits of laughter. It was so absurd… especially considering that this is a rice eating country – not really the food that makes you queasy, actually one given to people in times of stomach problems… and you'd think they'd know their roads.

What made it all so much better is that the one right next to Megan got out at a town that seemed to be known for its hospital... is there something they weren't telling us?

But fear not; the intrepid duo managed to get here without hurling our rice into a pink plastic bag.

Lemurs. I hate Mangakely. Who is Mangakely you ask?

One of the 3 males we follow at Sangasanga (not going there for two weeks, you have NO idea how happy my knees are) is such a loser. Think either Johnny Bravo/Jock who has no reason to be arrogant. He always tries to hang out with Blue and Yellow, but they just don't care... and wander off.

He then tails them, and yesterday actually watched them eat. Then he alarm calls for no god damn reason, and then, and this is the kicker, runs up to the top of the mountain, to promptly go back down. WHY?
Seriously, schizo little bugger.

So yes, off to Vatovavy next week and the week after... then hopefully an internet break, and then with November come the winds of change...

P.S. I saw an Aye aye... oh yes, I did.

And it was cool. Nay, beyond cool...