Our little team of five, plus the
malgache guide started driving down south early this morning. We shed a distant
glance at the queen’s palace from Lac Anosy and turned left to Route Nationale
7, the only road that connects the capital to the South. The first half of this
road is what means Madagascar to me- at least until now. Dozens of shades of
green and the pictures of the clouds reflected back from the rice-fields,
bright blue sky, traditional red clay houses, some colonial buildings and
sunshine.

I’ve tried to talk to our guide
during the long hours of the car-ride, but so far he is more focused on driving
than sharing detailed analyses about the economic or political situation of his
country. Without his input, Im only guessing how things have been developing
over the past 4 years.

His character also makes me think
about the culture: he sort of “steered things” in a way (several times by now) that
resulted in us paying a bit more here and there. It is clearly a way to make
sure we support the local economy, and I can accept that (and we are talking
about small amounts), however, the way its done is not completely transparent
and leaves me with the impression that even this guy might see us as walking
euro-bills, (as opposed to volunteers coming to contribute to his country’s
wellbeing). Well, let’s see, I am sure that overall he means well and is a
reliable driver, which is clearly the top priority.
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