Madagascar is famous for them. They’re a bit like penguins in the sense that everyone seems to love them and I have never met anyone who hates them.
My French feels more comfortable and I have managed to scuba dive a couple of times just off the south-west coast in a small village called Toliara. My African jaunt is coming to an end. I have 14 hours at Nairobi airport to entertain myself before returning to London … and embarking on another round-the-world trip (of course) towards the end of April.
Who knows what I’ll see next. It’s worth it just for the people I’ve met and the conversations I’ve had.