Every country that I have traveled in, I must admit, the taxis have always been an experience that one remembers. They are so different, and in a way all have their way of bringing that edge of disbelief, “No, this can't be happening”, getting out you cant believe that you actually survived the trip. Back home in SA there is the mini bus taxi, they are a law unto themselves, tending to have an inbuilt self destruct desire to drive themselves into extinction. Madagascar has the rural taxi brusse, These vans are rural roller coaster taking you into unchartered territory at speeds that are insane, going where even 4x4’s tend to avoid.

What a hectic crazy city, at a glance it looks totally chaotic on the surface, but dig down, spend a little time down a side street in a local spot and there is a different picture. Things are happening, everything works and is organised. The streets are cleaned, the garbage is removed and the traffic keeps flowing – everything seems to run off a hooter. That make this world go round.

The training has been going well, but it's been a real slow grind getting back to where I need to be. The Madagascar Challenge had taken more out of me than I realised. Firstly there was the massive weight loss of 22kg and then the recovery from the continuous attach of the parasites, bilharzia, the bout of Denghi fever and the rest of the bugs that I had picked up on the island. My weight back up to just over 9kg and most of my muscle mass back, the running niggles now started.

I am on my way back from Durban and have just attended the FNB starlight concert, what an event, the full Durban symphony orchestra mixed with pop and rock. To me the hit of the show was Lloyd, last years Idol's runner up, when he came out he just blew the place apart with his voice.