Panther Chameleon and I, Nosy-Be, Madagascar
There were twenty-something of us on the island. We lived in wooden, thatched-roofed huts built on stilts right by the beach. During the high tide, the waves would sometimes fight and force their way into the camp, flooding everything in their path.
The camp kitchen was a wooden platform, topped with a thick layer of sand, in the middle of which sat the two stone fire-pits we used to cook our meals.
There was a drop-toilet dug a few hundred meters from the camp, and a single open air shower with walls made of tarpaulin. Every now and then, we founds frogs and chameleons, the very animals we spent our days looking for, in the shower walls, watching us bath.
Roughly the size of France or Texas, Madagascar lies 400 kilometres from the nearest landmass. This isolation, over millions of years, has led to…
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