Dawn in Madagascar

What an Isolated Madagascar Beach Can Teach You About Life

The first pink in the sky touched the low clouds at four am. I was already up, gazing out the front of my tent, over the sandy mat. As the sky slowly lightened, I could see the longboats (carved out of a single eucalyptus tree trunk) bobbing on the far waters, beyond the pounding surf. The fishermen had been out there for at least an hour. It takes a long time to get over the waves that…