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Published: January 12th 2012
I. Hot
Returning to Toliara after a blissful New Year’s getaway in Ambola was a slight shock to the system. Gone were the gentle sea breezes and dry air; here was the sticky heat and humidity of the tropics (well, the Tropic of Capricorn does run just south of the city!). How could the climate be so different in spots so close together, relatively speaking? But I’d been wondering that since a...
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Len Bloom
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Will I get to Madagascar before I die?
As a kid growing up in Brooklyn, NY (late l930's through college education 195), I was always fascinated by the name 'Madagascar,' an island that I looked at every day on my world map adorning my desk in my bedroom. I'm 75 today and I don't think I'll ever accomplish that dream. By the way, when I was teaching French and Spanish at the University of Bridgeport (1967-1990 before our faculty strike), I did, in fact, have a student in one of my classes who hailed from Madagascar. He was a wonderful young man and we chatted often about his native country. Boy, I'm glad to have seen the photos on these pages of the island. One can only hope.