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road TRIP, Madagascar

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Packing the Peugeot for the trip back to Tana, Madagascar — January 14 1999

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Selling kindling, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Mies, Brian, and Marieke, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Relaxing, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Local jam session, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Mies and Brian, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Roadside bakery, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Enjoying the journey, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Happy garden, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Packing the taxi for the trip back, Madagascar — January 14 1999

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Concerned chicken in a mud puddle, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Village on the way back to Antananarivo, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Marieke and Aren savoring their new baguette, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Village on the way back to Antananarivo, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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A brief moment of subtle chaos, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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We notice a bakery, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

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Getting gas, Madagascar — January 14, 1999

Countries visited - Africa 1998 - 1999

Africa route map

I am not sure how it all got started. It wasn’t a magical spark of lightning that began the cataclysm, nor was it the supreme words of a higher being sending us on our way. Somehow, though, the powers of the universe contrived enabling our journey through the Heart of Africa.

It began quite innocently as an alleged trip to Bulgaria and Romania. This idea was eventually vetoed and placed “on hold” for future girlfriends. Zap—a long awaited spark was kindled—The Middle East: Yemen, in particular. And the visas were applied for, the air tickets purchased; and on a fine March 4th day we were on our way aboard a gleaming Air France 747 en route to Cairo, Egypt, via a five day layover in France.

We never did make it to Yemen, nor the Middle East for that matter; we headed South, instead, into the Heart of Africa, and what follows is the story of events as they unfold.