I’d never been in a 1959 beige Mini with a water bottle for a fuel tank next to the gear stick, labouring up a cobbled street past fruit stands and women in Panama hats until I went to Madagascar. I’d also never been picked up from a boat by a cart pulled by two cows chin deep in mangrove ocean, with a middle aged French lady perched on the rail and taken to shore until I went to Madagascar. I’ve also never felt as disconnected and out of place as I did in Madagascar // @luceyourself discovering #MadagascarMadness // get around this highly entertaining adventure through link in bio