Within the
first month of arriving and starting my training here in Madagascar I received
the name of the site where I would be living and serving for the next two
years; Vondrozo, a small town in the Sud Est of Madagascar.
I knew very little about the place at the time except for a ruff idea of
its location on the map. Not too far
from everything, it seemed, and I had some friends that were going to be living
in my banking town just 70 km (42 miles) away; not to shabby.
The first thing I learned about the
site, and what was repeated to me every time the town was brought up, was how
bad the road was. “Tena ratsy be ny
lalana (Really very bad road)” was every Malagasy person’s response to “I’m
going to be in Vondrozo.” But I mountain
biked in the States, I