A milestone
I am entering the final stage of a journey that has been the most testing physically, mentally and emotionally that I have ever undertaken. I have had to dig myself out of many a situation on numerous occasions, where I felt that it was near impossible.
Appreciation
So often on this journey I have looked at what I am going through, my mental and physical challenges. How often don’t we seem to just focus on what we are experiencing and are a bit blinkered to what others are going through, even if it
Money madness
I hit Ambanja, 300km to go and the last bank stop, a chance to get cash for the final leg. In I went to the bank Card in hand, guess what the only ATM in town is broken, and has been for the last few months
The circus
This island at times I feel is the world’s biggest circus, all the clowns are here, all we need is a massive big top tent to cover it and away we go. I arrived at the ferry berth at Ankify to catch a ferry to Nosy
Fazhar
Arriving on the island that is the label that you are going to get, every one of you and it is a label that sticks and becomes an irritating thorn it your side as it is used with more and more venom as you move up
When night falls
For 18years Yandi has walked a lonely road, mocked ridicule, ostracised, always on the outside looking in hoping and wishing that one day he could just be like his brother and sister. The days are bad enough with the pain that he has to carry, but
The hell run
I remember leaving Breiville. Looking forward to an adventure within an adventure. No crew, unchartered bit of wild interior, no villages, just wild country. This is what it’s about, the thrill of the unknown. It was all there, and more. The little things. How many times
Locust blossoms
High up on the hilltops baking in the sun, the long winter grass waves freely, twisting to and fro. Bending and flipping back with eternal joy and laughter in the sun. So free so non-caring, it lazes joyously through the day. At night as the sun
Local “Hotely”
Travelling trough Madagascar, mainland there is basically no where to stay which resembles what we would call a guest house or hotel. Most towns over the past 30 years have been degraded to functional ruins. From a distance they look quaint, but when you walk up
Just a little note
For over a month I have been struggling physically, only being able to operate at 60 – 70 % because of constantly being struck down with some tropical illness. With the relentless pace that I have to keep, I have just been going further and further