You may get a slight bout of food poisoning. And then have to take a taxi brousse. I've had better days.
So my time is running up in Madagascar. And this last week has been a strange one. Food poisoning rendered me unable to do field work on Tuesday. Tuesday night it rained... and rained... and rained. After kitting up for a wet day on the field and a breakfast of rice and peanut butter (2nd most awesome one after rice and chips), we get to Sangasanga to discover that the bridge is completely flooded and impassible. No field work for us that day either...
Yesterday, I had to be transported up in urgency to Tana because the Ministry of Foreign Affairs didn't want to give me my passport back. The plan was to have me stake out at the Ministry today, and not leaving the building before they gave it back to me. I had wild dreams of being the headline of international papers, along the line of "Vahza ties herself to the ministry's columns in protest". 5 minute fame, here I am!
But those dreams were crushed when 4 hours into my trip yesterday, got a call from the secretary saying that they conceded giving me my passport back. Ever so kind of them. Except that now I have 4 days to kill... in slight solitary confinement. But, I guess I will consider this is my last vacation in a long time (it took me a few hours of whinging on Skype to come to this conclusion).
The office is kindly harboring my poor lost soul for 2 nights. The setup - an actual bed built in 10 minutes in a tiny little office. My bag? on the balcony with giant spiders. And I mean giant.
The bonus? Internet, and the whole house to myself in the evenings. The pitfall? Nobody to talk to per say... Except you wonderful world of internet and no readers.
Anyway, enough ramblings, I've got pictures to put up.
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