I’m in the middle of my 9-day trip to Madagascar to visit my former home, and friends I left behind when I moved back to South Africa. On Tuesday afternoon we (the family I’m staying with and I) went with a French family to a local, real, working farm out past the airport – La ferme d’Ivato. The French mom saw it as an educational visit; the kids just had fun … But the real education came when we stopped at the room where they were slaughtering and cleaning the chickens. (I have not included the most graphic of my photos, but it may still leave you queasy – be warned). This is Madagascar – not a clean, first-world experience – but one of real smells, real grit and the reality of farm life.
Fabulous, as always.