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travel<br />
The landscape is stunning – I’ve been through plains<br />
and high plateaus. I keep lifting my eyes to the vast<br />
dome of sky which is now turning little by little from<br />
pale to deep blue. The mountains are shrouded in<br />
hazy distance and I feel a great liberty as I ride towards<br />
them, free at last. The delicate green of rice fields is<br />
everywhere, on the plains, in clefts in the hills, on<br />
terraces stepping up the mountain.<br />
There are dangers on the trip that often force you<br />
to ignore this beauty. There are huge potholes and<br />
one-time sealed roads that have taken on strange and<br />
grotesque shapes as if minor volcanoes were alive<br />
under them, many bridges with missing pieces, skittish<br />
or uncontrollable zebus with huge pointed horns, the<br />
swish of an occasional huge lorry on a narrow road, a<br />
sporadic snake.<br />
I stop on the high plateau and switch off the noise. The<br />
silence is broken by an infrequent gust of wind. I watch<br />
a kestrel hovering before a strike. I can see, far away, the<br />
highest point of the highest mountain in Madagascar.<br />
I am riding through the heart of the Sakalava Kingdom<br />
in north-west Madagascar – once independent, they no<br />
longer have their kings or queens but have their pride.<br />
Dark-skinned and curly-haired, they are one of the many<br />
ethnic groups on the island with different cultures and<br />
taboos. Taboos differ wildly among ethnic groups – a<br />
pregnant Sakalava woman should not sit in a doorway or<br />
eat fish. Some of the taboos stretch the imagination further.<br />
I take a break. I sit in a local market and have a cold<br />
drink. I am happy to watch these people from my corner.<br />
A man with oxen is delivering charcoal to the little<br />
shanty restaurants, a woman is carrying some coals to<br />
light her neighbour’s charcoal, an old man plies bottles<br />
of honey. A girl of six or seven comes to where I sit, gazes<br />
at me intently and says, “I’m going to dance vahaza, [a<br />
friendly term for foreigner], watch me.” And she does.<br />
There is no existential questioning of the meaning of<br />
life. There is the daily struggle for survival but there is<br />
some grace and dignity in that struggle. Add much good<br />
humour and stoicism, laughter and banter – an envious<br />
mix. It is one of the reasons I travel to these places, a<br />
gentle going back to a less complicated time<br />
When I reach the tip of The Big Red Island, as the<br />
inhabitants call it, I feel a sense of achievement as I<br />
admire the three-pronged beautiful Diego bay.<br />
I was nervous starting out, my first three-day trip<br />
on a motorbike. I pat my machine affectionately, then,<br />
optimistically, I take out my map of the island and<br />
began to look at another line on it, a more challenging<br />
line perhaps.<br />
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