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Travel Blogs from Antananarivo
... the first floor we had a perfect view of the traffic chaos, and the crowded hills of Tana as the afternoon light lit them up.
We made sure we got going well before sunset. Our aim was to climb the heart attack inducing stairs to the top of the hill and weave our way back home. Pretty chuffed with ourselves at making it most of the way up without a break, we search for the next set of stairs down, a task made harder by the curved streets and jumbled houses. As the sun ...
... parts falling off one piece are jammed onto another in some vain hope it might fit another and last a little longer. Oxygen masks on children with highly contagious respiratory diseases are washed merely by soap and water and reused for the next child. It becomes evident why infections spread so quickly within the hospital itself. Eight children in a room, and every piece of medical equipment has been recycled in some way.
But out of this comes a sense ...
... it’s my sincere belief that healthcare is a human right, or that my empathy cup runeth over already, or that children will inherently tug at your heart strings all the more, but I don’t think I’d quite understood the true meaning of poverty and ‘under-five mortality rates’ until now.
And perhaps that’s why I was so tired last night and crashed when I got home. Maybe I need to build some empathy muscles and brace myself ...
... rivers running through its red terrain. The capital, Antananarivo (or Tana) is situated in the Hauts Plateaux, which is comprised of peaks ranging from 800m – 1800m. The plane twisted and turned among these massifs as we approached Tana, giving me wonderful views and butterflies in my stomach. The landscape of the central highlands is mostly dominated by marshland, a lot of which has been irrigated into paddy fields. Sadly the deforestation that brought me ...
... but this would later turn out to be problematical too as I'd run out of money between ATMs and would have to change money at hotels at unfavourable rates.
Public transport between the main cities and towns of Madagascar comprised of taxi-brousses in various states of (dis)repair. They'd only leave when they were full, and frequently had many more passengers than seats, along with animals. Using such transport would be cheap and I'd get to know the ...
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