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... to hear their comments and the questions were completely new ones. Very different from the US reaction to the film.
After the screening, we went to eat at the Buffet du Jardin which was also a club. I had a brochette of canard (duck--sorry vegetarians) and pommes frites. My host, Desire (DayZeeRay) sat in on electric bass and his son Andy who is 8 years old sat in on drums. So nice and so much fun. Then, the guitar player sang Round Midnight in Malagasy. ...
... without the associated koala bears) and the problems this introduction of an alien species has caused notably soil acidification. But instead I am going to write a little about Zebu.... Their horns and humped back are ubiquitous in Madagascar. Today I sat through a demonstration of how their horns can be turned into all sorts of useful and decorative implements via the use of some boiling water, a little oil, a circular saw made from and old oil ...
... mark and I ran into Mamy and Guy, our driver, who were heading out for a pre-dinner drink to a local street-front stall. We tagged along and it was again quite interesting to see where the locals go to have a drink, Mamy and Guy seem to know everybody in every town. The boys all had a beer and I had a local punch, which looked a bit like a cruiser and Mamy assured me several times was "not very strong". Label: 18%. I swear these people all think I'm an alcoholic. Thursday ...
was welcomed and how highly I was encouraged to participate in the ceremony.
One mother and daughter in particular took me under their
wings, dancing with me, protecting me from crowd surfing ancestors, and even
inviting me to help wrap the bones of an ancestor! What an incredible honor. The Malagasy were very adept and efficient at
wrapping the bones, lifting the body in unison, and tightly wrapping and
securing the lamba around ...
... speed and then slide to a stop in the grass right beside me, laughing loudly. We had learned colors that day in language class, so we began to practice colors. What color is the grass? Maintso/Green. What color is my skirt? Mainty/Black. He told me the Malagasy words for me to repeat, and then I told him the English words. Soon, his siblings came to join and they all enjoyed correcting my pronunciation and testing me. The oldest boy peeked in ...