A decomposing rat found (by its odor) in an unexpected place – a rental van owned by a self-proclaimed car-hater.
A decomposing rat found (by its odor) in an unexpected place – a rental van owned by a self-proclaimed car-hater.
A friend’s reminder that “drawing is good for the soul” inspired a sketch a bottle cap from an IPA, a rarity in Madagascar.
Jimmy Buffett seemed so at ease in the wider world, he was one of the musicians who made me want to expand my horizons.
Did thousands of knockoff phones get dumped on Madagascar because of an embarrassing mistake? Probably.
Imagining my old dog Chamba at 31 is like erasing the last 18 years, and filling it all in with another life.
“Covid Organics” is the hydroxychloroquine of Madagascar; a COVID‑19 panacea promoted by the president. Possibly harmful.
The name “Mr. Normal” came to me instantly. I was disappointed in myself.
What do you do when you’ve used your last square of toilet paper, and the hoarders have raided all the rolls from the stores?
I came across this man-sized cooking kettle in Madagascar.
It’s obvious – if anyone who would stop feasting on delicious frozen Smurf flesh for just one second and reflect on it.
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