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everyday scenes in madagascar |
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Looking off to the mountains from Rue Nationale 7. This is one of the spectaculr views along the route that I take to get from my village to Fianarantsoa. It's the most amazing stretch of road, I think, anywhere in Madagascar. |
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A view of Fianarantsoa, my provincial capital, from one of the city's hotel terraces. Fianar is sometimes a beautiful, old city situated in the mountains...but when it is raining and cold it can be not a fun place to hang out. Fortunately, there are at least 30 volunteers living in the Fianar region, so the city is a meeting place for all of us. |
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You wouldn't have had a truly Malagasy experience if a herd of "omby," or cattle, didn't leisurely cross the road in front of your taxi-brousse. These guys have no respect. No respect! Any given day, there are hundreds of them being driven to market along the Rue nationale 7, and they think they own the road. |
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Sunset on the road to Ankily. I take this road home to my village almost every day after teaching in the schools in nearby Ihosy. Most days, there is a strong headwind blowing down from the mountains in the direction of Ankily, making the trip to Ihosy a difficult four kilometers. But, coming back home is always nice with the wind at my back. |
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Fianar. I can't really identify any landmarks in this picture...except that I think there are a few churches in there somewhere. Sorry. But, it's a cool shot of the city at sunset, don't you think? |
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One of the many serpentine cobblestone streets winding through Tana's uppertown. This view is from the top floor of the Hotel Raphia in the capital city, which sits atop one of the highest points for miles in any direction. The entire city is built on and around hillsides, giving it a similar feel to Fianar. |
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I took this picture from inside a moving taxi, and it actually came out alright. This is of the main drag in Tana, l'avenue de l'Independence. It is almost always moving and shaking with street vendors, people in suit and tie off to goverment jobs, beggars, and tourists. At night, an impromptu open-air market for freshly grilled brochettes and roasted peanuts starts going strong. |
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Another view of the mountains and horizon from the Rue National 7, which I travel along every month or so, coming or going from my village. I keep telling myself that one day I will do some rock climbing on those cliff faces, or hike up to one of the summits and pitch a tent for the night...still waiting for it to happen. |
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