The rain has begun to play havoc on the trip as well the support crew. We had reached Ranomafana at the foot of the jungle and rain forest. We can go no further the only option is to head up 200km through the forest and jungle to

It had been 15 hours of hell through the forest, 2 hours after dark an we were still crashing trough the undergrowth to a remote village that was to be in one of the valleys, but nothing, no glimmer of light in the distance, no smell of

The heat seems to have evaporated and been transformed into a fine cool mist. With every step that I ascend into the mountain, so does the intense heat slowly ease. Burning thighs, dry, parched throat and sweat pouring from me, I fight my way up the path

It’s been a hard few days, low on money and due to this food has become a scarce commodity. Unaware how the financial and banking system works, I came armed with a recommended travel credit card, only to find out the banks don’t take it, and where

Travelling the road from Pemba to Nacala to the start of my journey in Mozambique, we were constantly driving through banks of wet smelling smoke spiralling out of the forests along the road. A beautiful landscape of once rolling hills blanketed in forest now resembled a mangy

It is as if I am afloat out here, my umbilical cord to life that I am so accustomed to and know seems to be cut. Gone is my language, culture and daily life that I have taken for granted, this has all been taken away in

Life down on the southern tip of Madagascar seemed to be much simpler. The houses were made from sticks, small little individual huts, not many grouped together. More like individual families would settle as the ground could only sustain so much because of the harshness of the

As we have toiled through the past year, each of us on our own path, our own personal journey, a year seems to be a little hill in our lives that we grind up. Sometimes we don’t make it to the top, but eventually that chapter is

As one slowly grinds up the red baked earth track from the southern plateau, the spiny vegetation changes to savannah land, the only difference is that the area is devoid of any trees. Charcoal has got the better of them. Mountains slowly appear to rise out of

Zebu (the Malagasy cow), an iconic symbol of wealth, but also an intricate part of daily life. The Zebu are used to trample and loosen the soil to plant rice, yoked together to plough fields for the planting of maize and crops. They are harnessed together to