1994–95 • An epic stay in a remote corner of the world just before the sea change in global communications. I remember mailing doomed letters at the dysfunctional post office and making international calls at a public phone station presumably powered by hamster wheels—memories that today make me feel like an old codger reminiscing about castor oil and barbershop quartets. Stayed 6 months with Mark and Marcia, whose incredible hospitality changed my life. Explored most of the world's fourth-largest island before settling down in the capital city and teaching English with no training and the barest of lesson plans. Some long-lost friends there recently googled my name and sent jpegs of their teenagers via email.
Baobab Alley, Morondava
Mark & Marcia
Pousse-pousse (photo by Eileen McKeough)
Joyeaux & Ony, Antananarivo
Tomb, between Antananarivo and Mahajanga
Sean, Monica, Remy, Armelle