Fenoevo

We picked a taxi-brousse to take us through the misty hills looking over Ranomafana Sud Valley. There a dense tropical flora hosts all kinds of friendly creatures: lemurs, bats, anacondas, and all kinds of bugs like the crasy looking girafe ants. The unconfortable laury packed with at least 40 passengers bouncing on rice bags, squeezed between chickens and dried fish for 6 hours was a fun ride. We stopped in Fenoevo and stayed overnight at the local doctor's place.
He and his wife have lived here for the past two years; right after he finished his medical studies at the Tulear University and was appointed to this isolated location. "That's my own little paradise here" he said showing us the fish pond he created by taking advantage of the water pump installed behind the health facility. Their house was quiet modest but they have a full set of furnitures and dishes: rich rural folks! A young maid helped at the kitchen while we discussed the life of a rural doctor, its advantages and constraints and the pulic health issues in the region.First of a long serie of rice and manioc diners. Exhausted by a long day of taxi-brousse rodeo, we fell asleep instantly. Our orange tent gloomed under the moon, contrasting with the old huts of the village.
In the quiet night, all we could hear was the soft music of a spring irrigating a corner of paradise.