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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s been a few months on the road, long hard days, not only for me, but a family that I have left behind. Left behind to keep life going without me and fill in the gap that I have left as well as doing their own

Each journey that one embarks on is so different, so unpredictable, littered with lessons. Ultimately each journey will always etch a scar of life as it passes. As I fight the twisting path of this journey, a path that has sent me on so many unplanned

The reason for my massive detour to the west and the crews backtrack of 1000 km was road conditions due to the rains. The vehicle turned back at Breiville and on I went. For the first 30 km I was a bit peeved, as the road