Author: Faliana Atwork
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What OUR VEGETABLE GARDEN IS TELLING US ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE
At Farmily, we spend a lot of our time in the vegetable garden. We take care of it, but above all, we observe it. What grows well? What struggles? And why? It sounds simple. But the garden has become our most honest teacher. Learning by Watching Right now, watching is what we do most. We…
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Farmily : Our home base
For a family that travels as much as ours, having a place to come back to matters. That place is Farmily, our farm, our pied-à-terre. A Farm We’re Building Slowly Farmily isn’t a finished project. We’re developing it little by little, at our own pace. A farm grows the way a family does: patiently, with…
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Kirindy: when the whole family started Birdwatching
In everyday life, when we see a bird, we say, “Oh, a bird!” and move on. Some members of the family don’t even notice them. At Kirindy, it was completely different. One Book, and the Whole Family Joined In What we enjoyed most on this trip was bringing along a book covering the birds of…
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The Tsingy of Bemaraha: Coming Back Proud
Some places you visit. Others change the way you walk afterwards. The Tsingy de Bemaraha belong to the second kind. Picture a forest made of stone: thousands of razor-sharp limestone needles, rising out of the earth like a cathedral that nobody built. A UNESCO World Heritage site, the Tsingy are not a place you simply…
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Up on the Hill of the Thousand: Our Day at the Rova or Queen’s Palace
You can see it from almost everywhere in Antananarivo. Whenever we found ourselves lost between the rice paddies, the steep lanes and the red-brick houses, we only had to look up. The Rova of Manjakamiadana, the Queen’s Palace, sits at the top of the hill of Analamanga and watches over the city. So one morning…
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The place we almost didn’t visit
There was a place near Morondava that we kept avoiding. Kivalo is a fishing village, about an hour from Morondava by road, followed by another hour in a local pirogue. We had been told there was no hotel. We would either sleep in a tent or stay with a local family. And this was the…
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The Night We Broke Down in the Dark (and Made Friends for Life)
It was dark when our 4×4 stopped. We were somewhere near Ambatolahy, on the road to Morondava. No village. No lights. Just the road, our children in the back seat, and an engine that refused to start. A few hours earlier, we had left Miandrivazo with a simple plan: drive a little further, reach Morondava…
