I am currently crammed into the very small van that takes us to school every morning, on my way to study some lemur behaviors. We’ve noticed that Malagasy people tend to be fairly shorter than average, so the leg room in this vehicle is not expansive. But apparently this 6-hour van ride is the only way to get to the Golden Crowned Sifaka site, which will definitely be super fascinating. I have been informed that we just missed their mating season (thnx alessia), so how interesting could it really be?
Ha Ha jokes I’m actually so so excited to get into this lemur portion of our studies. I’m starting to form some hesitant ideas about the independent study part that will take up the last month of this semester that may or may not involve an underground lemur market, so stay tuned for more info on that craziness.
This weekend I spent some time with my host sister who is allegedly ten years old. We went to the market, where I took a few photos bc it was really cool, but not too many bc I didn’t want them to make fun of me for being such a vazaha. Then we cooked lunch together which was: who’s surprised? Rice. And pasta. That’s right folks, she put pasta on her rice.
We had eggs and veggies too, but it really is shocking how much rice they eat here. I probably won’t ever stop talking about it bc no matter how many times it happens, I’ll always be surprised when they offer me rice while I’m already eating pasta, or potatoes. Never thought I would actually be tired of carbs.
At night, I went out avec mes amis to an interesting bar (that turned out to be a karaoke bar – surprise!) that really only got #lit right as we left. Too bad us vazaha have curfews! (I actually don’t have a curfew, but I was tired lol). Right before we left, we blew the ROOF off the place with some Ed Sheeran/Adele jams, and my friend’s Adele remix wowed a particular Malagasy man so much that he followed us out of the bar and down the street. We highkey had to pretend to not speak any French or English or Malagasy and also run away from him and into a bajaj, but it’s fine.
That was not the first time I thought I was gonna die, because I was the last person in the bajaj to be dropped off (as per usual) and at one point the driver and his two buds pulled over on the side of a dark ass alley and turned off the vehicle’s lights (a moment in which I was absolutely sure that bajaj would be the last thing I saw before I died). But turns out, they had just spotted a rat(?) mouse(?) tenrec(?) and wanted to catch it. I acted like this was: super normal bc I didn’t want to be the weird vazaha that didn’t stop by the side of the road to catch small rodents. So then we continued on to my house with one of the men holding the aforementioned small rodent in his hand. And then they asked for my number STILL HOLDING THE RODENT, which I politely declined and just as politely ran into my home.
Sunday was equally great because:
- I did not have to go to three hours of church with my fam (bc I slept through it after my wild night getting back at 11:30)
- I got to leave my house and speak English for a few hours
- I got mediocre pizza and incredible mango juice (that may or may not have been riddled with typhoid) for lunch again
- I had sufficient wifi to submit one internship application
That’s all folks, talk to u when I’m out of the rainforest 🙂