I’m finally in Madagascar and I’m doing pretty well despite using 43 hours to get here. The first hour where spend in Copenhagen Airport, the next two on the flight to London. 16 hours in London, where the first five was spend touring the city and attending free jazz concerts. But I still spend 11 boring hours in Heathrow, only saved by an American dude from Detroit, which I tried to teach various card games; without any luck…

9 hours was put into the London – Nairobi trip, which were shared with a British priest and an American missionary doctor. This, of course, ended in some heated discussions about religion and existence. Luckily nobody was killed, and I leaned that I’m a “young, ignorant communist”…

Another even more boring 11 hours was spend in Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi (that’s why this bloc is so dull, if I’m not having fun you should neither) before the last three hours was spend on the plane to Antananarivo (or just Tana).

Bonus info: The Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi has a lot of TVs, but only one channel. An American celebrity channel broadcasting about the rich and famous 24/7.