So I’m in Antananarivo. This means that I can actually be an ex-pat, giving impromptu english lessons, responding to “bonjour” with “manahoan-eh” (different dialect than mine, I actually can’t speak highland Malagasy), escaping the crazy of Tana in vazaha Ivandry, the land of American embassy workers and french babies.
I had a latte today. It’s been almost 5 months since that’s happened.
I love the insanity of this city. The quick pace of a large African city makes me so happy. I think I have to move here when I COS…
More later… in Mantasoa until the 30th.