A narcistic companion

To accompany us all the way and make the experience more interactive, we recruted a jobless tourist guide appropriately named Narcisse. Our companion was serious on walking but spent an embarrassing amount of time flirting (and shagging) with girls in each village we stopped, constantly made stupid jokes designed to cheer-up flocks of tour-operator middle-class French tourists, and became dumber than a dog everytime food was made available to him whether in form of a cooked plate of rice or wild guavas. He'd ususally scarf down the largest portions his body could humanly absorb in a noisy barbarian manner. We looked at him in turns exasperated, bemuzed, offended and embarassed to impose such company to the villagers. As a matter of fact, Narcisse managed to translate bits of conversations, while simultaneously shoveling mouthfull of boiled manioc and generously batting his eyes to the chief's daughter! But let's be fair: he walked for 30 days without complaining - even as his shoes, bag, and tent fell apart. He was not afraid to visit foreign tribes, he could sleep in a tent out in the bush and was always ready at 06:00 AM. That, not so many Malagasi are ready to achieve. As for the rest, well... it's just Narcisse, our guide extraordinaire!