Les Madras Mahajanga

... got no choice Me and you are subject to The blues now and then But when you take the blues And make a song You sing 'em out again Song sung blue, weeping like a willow Song sung blue, sleeping on my pillow Funny thing, But you can sing it with a cry in your voice And before you know it start to feeling good You simply got no choice Song sung blue Song sung blue Funny thing, But you can sing it with a cry in your voice

... Morondava, which did include waking up at one point pulled over on the side of the road with the driver hammering full force on one of the wheels... hahhaa oh Africa, Rose and I decided we wanted to hear the Indri. Indri is a species of lemur, the largest living in Madagascar, and the name actually means 'look up' in Malagasy. The man who named them called them that after locals showing him around yelled "indri! indri!" pointing upwards at the lemurs ...

... from the steppes of Mongolia, the faint clanging of Tibetan gongs, the brief whirl of silk and ink brushstrokes. The northwestern wind seldom blew, but when it did, it brought the fine dust of the Sahara, the cluttered chatter of Europe, the piney smell from Russia's black woods. The wind from the east and west, from the ocean and Africa, both rushed along the immense curve of the world. And always, rushing in our faces, the southern wind, the wind from the bottom of the ...