16 days until I leave Madagascar, just over a month before I’m back in the US.

I can’t say it’s not freaking me out, because it is.  I don’t know how it’s going to be, hitting home.  I don’t know if it’s going to feel like home anymore.  I’ve just been gone so long.  I think Europe will be a bit of a buffer, and to be sappy for half a second, seeing James is going to be a little like being home.  (Feel free to gag audibly).

So the return to Tana was a bit rough.  I can’t complain because the roads are pretty good and some girls were in the taxi-brousse for days, but the driver was a maaaadman.  I seriously thought I was going ot lose my breakfast a couple of times, and when we stopped for lunch I bought a Coke and sat there waiting for the ground to stop moving.

First hotel was ridiculously cheap (equivalent ten USD a night) but had bed bugs, so we’re now in the town center at a slightly more expensive but bed bug free hotel.  I wish I could say bug free, but there are these weird little zombie flies everywhere that start to decompose and lose body parts before laying little black eggs everywhere and dying.  Welcome to the rainy season.

And rainy season it is.  The ground has been damp since I got here and it’s rained four times in two days.  Not really working with my chic Mahajanga leather sandals and not good for my tan.  But we’re just that much closer.

I’m going to go back to locking myself in the hotel room to work on my paper.  Twelve pages down, about twenty to go.  Then I have to design it.  Expect no entries because nothing is going to be happening but work and procrastination!