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DAY 46 - Madagascar

You can’t really tell where you are at first. The dirt road takes a quick turn and all of a sudden you are surrounded on both sides by an embankment. It is high- at least 12 feet or more. Since I couldn’t see the horizon at all, my eyes started to adjust to the dirt that was flying by the outside of the Land Rover. That’s when I realized it wasn’t really dirt. It was garbage.

Thousands and thousands of tons of garbage. Plastic. Paper. Smelly rotting things. It is everywhere. This road that we’re 4-wheeling down goes right through the middle of it all. For the next half-mile or so, I stare up at the mounds of trash. Every now and then a head pops over the top. Kids run through the mud puddles by our truck. Men carrying junk on their heads and shoulders appear occasionally- all walking in the same direction we’re traveling.

Finally, the road ends. We’re at a gate. Welcome to Ambaniala- Village of the garbage.  read more »