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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Southern Madagascar has been an arid harsh hot landscape of spiny bush, unforgiving in all aspects, no water except the local village well which takes one time to be able to stomach. The landscape is dotted with Tombs decorated with Christian and Pagan symbols. Cactus plants

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