It was heading toward midday; deafening screaming of the Cicada beetles was starting to drive me mad. It was time to get out of the heat. My 30 km mark should be coming up soon. Finally ahead in the distance I could see one of the

This crazy island has them, and in a big way, unique in every aspect. As the morning sun begins to bake the landscape, the bugs get on the move with vengeance as if they are enraged by the heat. My day is spent pounding along the

I will never forget the feelings and emotions going through me as I paddled the last few kilometres towards the coast of Madagascar. This mysterious island was slowly growing bigger and bigger, palms, white beaches and the unknown. This was to be my home for the