No diving today. The ocean is too rough and visibility would be awful. Therefore, we all had a pretty chill day on the beach. And as usual I started my day with yoga on the beach as I watched the sunrise (have I mentioned this is my favorite time of day?).
As a planned activity, we went into the village to learn how to make boko boko.
Boko boko is deep fried dough, sometimes with a chocolate or banana filling. It’s similar to a donut, but VERY different at the same time. Let me just say, Tim’s has nothing to worry about.
A girl from the village usually brings us boko boko to buy at least once a day. Her name is Papousy, and I’m sure she is sick of the volunteers bombarding her with ‘boko boko craze’. Boko boko isn’t even that tasty. At home we most likely wouldn’t even give it a second thought. However, in Andava it’s definitely a desired treat! As for the rest of the food here it’s more unhealthy than I expected. There is limited fruit and vegetables because all fresh food has to be shipped from inland so there is a lot of beans and rice. And EVERYTHING is fried in oil. Our typical breakfast has been oily scrambled eggs and fresh made bread. Lunch is beans, rice, fish (the most fresh and delicious fish that I’ll ever eat) and some sort of coleslaw or cucumber salad…also drenched in an oil dressing. Dinner is in a similar fashion however we get dessert (or “pudding” for all my British readers) with dinner. Dessert is usually delicious! Crepes, fried bananas, pinapple, or cake on special occasions.
The seasons are definitely changing here. They are going into winter. This morning was “chilly”. I use the term “chilly” loosely as all that means in this context is that I had to add a t-shirt to my PJ wardrobe. It’s getting a little easier to sleep at night with these temperatures. The cold shower has lost its refreshing properties and now has shocking, body tensing abilities. There is only a couple degrees C between ‘refreshing’ and ‘uncomfortably cold.’
A couple of times a week after dinner, the group does Tan-Tara. Tan-Tara means “storytime” in Malagasy, so one member of the group will tell a story, play a game, teach the group something etc. Tonight was Kim’s night and she taught everyone to tango. It was loads of fun. My hips eventually loosened up.
Later that night, as the wind went down and the stars came up, we had a fire on the beach. There is the most bright half moon lighting up the sky. (coincidentally, the beach outside of our huts is called Half Moon Beach). A staff member played the harmonica and the rest of us lay on the sand, listening to the ocean harmonize with the music being played. We all tried to sort out the constellations, and found out that none of us are very good at constellations. That didn’t seem to matter a whole lot though… it was still one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
Also, I saw bioluminescence for the first time tonight. It’s this algae stuff that sparkles like glitter when you splash the water!!