Escape to Le Palmarium - Ankanin’ny Nofy

I worked for a private language learning institute in Antsirabe, Madagascar for 9 months. It operates year-round, so I did not enjoy a 3-month winter holiday as most teachers do, but every once in-awhile I caught news that the institute would be closed for a short break. Without much notice, I would quickly have my friend and travel agent, S. Cocchiarella, organize a Madagascar adventure for me.



One such adventure was to Le Palmarium, a private reserve on Lake Ampitabe. Access to Le Palmarium is by boat through the Pangalanes Canal system, paralleling the Indian Ocean before entering Lake Ampitabe.

 My private bungalow, situated on the lake shore, was absolutely private since most guests chose to stay in the forested part of the reserve where lemurs visit their tree-top rooms and balconies. Whether one chooses the sound of lapping waves on the lakeshore or a birds-eye view of lemurs, Le Palmarium is far removed from the hustle of Eastern Madagascar.


Lemurs at Ankanin’ny Nofy

The lemurs are habituated to humans, they literally pose for photographs because they are accustomed to being fed my humans.

Many of the lemur species living here are not endemic to Eastern Madagascar.

 The privately managed hotel and reserve maintains close relationships with the local villages. I spent a day walking with my guides to their homes, visiting their families, and learning a little bit about their lifestyle. Later that evening we canoed the shoreline, enjoying the lush landscape from a new angle.

Sunset from the canoe

Village Visit

 Le Palmarium is a wonderful family getaway especially since it is fairly accessible from Antananarivo. Children are able to run, play, and swim while their parents watch with a refreshing beverage. I especially enjoyed my perfect breakfast overlooking the lake, escaping city-life for a few days.


Wild Madagascar arranged all of the details of my trip ensuring that I could pursue the activities that interested me.


Deforested hills outside Le Palmarium boundary



 Wild Madagascar Tour Operator arranged my travel plans to Le Palmarium

I Will Ride About

Morning in Antsirabe

I have to ride about ½ hour to get out of the city then I’m riding through little towns, suburbs really, maneuvering my place on the road with semi-trailer trucks, taxi brousses, scooters, and motor bikes. There are some dirt road offshoots that I can explore. Muddy and deeply rutted paths. I’m saving those for when I’m brave or have time to get lost.


Most mornings, if I leave early enough, I greet the goat herder who allows his few animals to munch on the green grass lining our lane. Later in the day the goats will be replaced by street mothers asking for money, always in French.

Skinny cows pull their carts in belching traffic, sometimes the equally skinny farmer will hop out to guide them, whip in hand. Supplying the city of meat isn’t hidden in large regional packing houses, it is front and center of daily life.

Cycling in Antsirabe is not that different than Denver. I would dodge traffic and angry truck drivers there too. Though I reap new rewards here, all types of vendors line the road ranging from fresh vegetables and fruits to bicycle repair to used clothing.


sunrise in Antsirabe


Let us keep count

Let Us Keep Count

Strange place to be,

sleep settles into spurts.

 

My sharp staccato,

a Spanish tendency continues.

 

Time beyond these walls

incomprehensible.

 

We keep count

reminding each other, 

not of better times,

just of impermanence. 


Reboot, Restart, shortest reflection ever

Zambia, May 2022

Anyone else ever feel as if they need to restart life?

I thought it would be easy to do but instead it’s a lesson of forgetting old systems and just letting space be.

Beliefs are squashed

Identity questioned

Certainties lost

Lesson learnt

A life path suddenly drops from sight and the next step may ultimately lead to a long uncomfortable freefall.

South Luangwa Zambia

Everything has Changed

Sossusvlei, Namibia

1975, my ninth year, was one of those critical life-assessment years. I was faced with the reality that my classmates and I would soon be experiencing puberty together. The indignities of adulthood would absolutely bear down on the sweet weightlessness of our childhood, everything would change.

 

Ms. Kurtz’s science class also had a big impact. She was a woman of the 70’s. Her square-toed wedges and poly blouses with geometric patterns reflected her upbeat and quirky attitude. That year she explained environmental degradation to us. Industrial outputs and individual consumption were changing the planet so quickly that our class would witness ecosystems collapsing, certainties emphasized by colorful forecasting charts. Many of my life decisions have been based on Ms. Kurtz’s 1975 lesson plans.

 

We see that the environmentalists and scientists of the 1970s were right to be alarmed. Open wild spaces are mortally threatened today, yet those are the areas that are critical to our psyche and our physical well-being. Conservationists work to protect planet Earth and her biodiversity; we make personal and professional choices with the future of the natural world in mind. Conservationists are generally optimistic but truthful too.

 

Spending the day outdoors, riding my bicycle, these activities allowed my passage through adolescence. As a 21rst century adult, the joy I experience in nature is still my steadying force. I am always thrilled to share my enthusiasm for wild spaces with friends or am happy to go it alone. Taking the opportunity to be outdoors for a day or maybe a fortnight, allowing yourself to be lost in nature, these experiences provide the balance our bodies crave. Try it you’ll like it. *

*Copy of 1970’s Alka Seltzer TV advertisement.

Namib Desert, Nambia

 

Summer Night

Not a season for whispers

it harkens jigs and dance,

accompanied by nonsensical song. 

 

Friends gather at night,

"welcome all, ladybirds and dragonflies,

come let’s celebrate the sun.”

But look at the

Platters of color

Salads of bounty

Soba and mushrooms

and a kaleidoscope of flavor

Oyakodan perfectly dressed with

small market vegetables.

Graphic short story by Ethan Bontrager

Little Lily

Ethan Bontrager completed this graphic story May 2022. He is a creative writer, bicyclist, mechanic, cook, and my brother. Because of his MS (Multiple Sclerosis), Ethan has difficulty with handwriting and controlling a pen.

I hope you enjoy this graphic biographical account of our mother, Lily Levine.

Yellowstone National Park, Winter 2022


Winter Wildlife


Winter Palette


Mammoth Hot Springs