Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
... we took another path back around town and worked up a thirst weaving in and around the hawkers and traffic. We’d passed the Hotel Le Glacier earlier in the day and it looked like a good spot for a refreshing beverage with tables open to the street and a bar inside. As we entered into the gloom it became pretty obvious what the Lonely Planet meant by “slightly disreputable”. With more leopard print than a safari lodge, short skirts and stiletto’s, the ...
... I’ve seen the gloves in the kits. They do exist. But perhaps since they can’t be reused, or since there simply aren’t enough of them to go around, they aren’t part of the procedure period.
Transfusions come to an appalling halt in the middle of the night, where parents either haven’t had the foresight or haven’t had the money at the right time to get a new blood pack. This obstruction comes from the recycling of blood ...
... and love would somehow alleviate what he was going through. That it might perhaps palliate his, or maybe even her pain to warm his little toes.
The cause of the seizures is still unknown. Hypotheses have been made, but nothing quite fits. Bets are being put on a parasitic cerebral tapeworm that is common in Madagascar. But of course you can’t run scans on a little boy in seizures, and the blood work has to be sent out and can’t be done ...
... army knife, a medical kit that Florence Nightengale would envy – and the list goes on! For the first time in my life commuting to the airport was a stress-free affair because I had been rehearsing this day for 4 months. I wasn't late; I didn't forget anything, because this was one of the most important days of my life – the day I departed for Madagascar!
Looking down on Madagascar from the sky, I knew I’d made the right decision to ...
... tired and hot after a connection in Nairobi preceded by an overnight flight from Heathrow. I waited in a long queue for my visa (free for stays of less than 30 days). A police officer took some details from my passport and placed it in a pile for another officer applying visa stamps. He asked if I had a "gift" for him, presumably to get my passport to the top of the pile. Momentarily taken aback, I respectfully replied that I would have liked to offer him a ...
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