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village life in ankily |
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every Malagasy boy grows up a soccer fiend...so they play at every chance they get. here, todzo advances the ball "downfield" in the village schoolyard |
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doda and tonga are neighborhood kids and friends of mine (isn't it funny that two of my best friends in ankily are 14 year-olds?) |
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the townspeople love gatherings of any kind...so it's not difficult convincing people to come to a village meeting like this one (provided i am serving "toaka," or malagasy sugarcane rum) |
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ahhh, the ihosy taxi-brousse station...i spend so much of my time here. but the time is not wasted because i get to hang out with my friend donald, who works there. |
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sometimes i just like to relax on my front porch and do nothing but talk to people (or not talk to them) as they pass by my house. |
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i live in the center of town, so there is always a constant stream of curious souls who come by to see what the "vazaha" is doing. |
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the view from my front porch is of a corn field, a couple of latrines, a large mango tree....and "bar niriko" which is owned and operated by my friend freddy. yes, his name is actually freddy. |
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i made the mistake one day of inviting a single kid to draw a picture for me, and now all the kids want to draw pictures for me...all the time. but, i don't mind when this guy, jose, comes over because he's super cool. |
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