Running for their Life
A week and a half ago we made the drive to the capital city, Antananarivo. 2/3 of the way there, we pulled over on the side of the road for a potty break and to stretch our legs. As we got out of the car, there was a man and two women walking towards us along the road. We said hello to them and then they turned off the main road onto a footpath to continue on to their destination. Jamie, being the wonderful dad that he is, decided to play hide and seek with the kids to help get some pent-up energy expended. The girls closed their eyes and were counting when Jamie started running along the same footpath towards the 3 Malagasy folks. They must have heard his footsteps because suddenly they turned around and literally starting running… what appeared really, to be sprinting for their lives. It’s probably not very often or should I say, NEVER, that they experience a vazaha or foreigner, running towards them. I quickly realized what was happening and yelled to Jamie to stop but unfortunately he didn’t hear me. They started running even faster as they heard shouts in a foreign language and looking over their shoulders, still seeing this crazy vazaha chasing them. Poor guys! I must say, at their expense, it was totally hilarious!!
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