It’s 2 in the night, and I am glad to finally be lying in a bed, under my moscito net, with the ventilator squeaking. The long plane trip made me realize for good just how far Madagascar is from home. Looking out of the window on the ever-changing landscapes of desert, ocean, mountains, cities and fields, I remembered that I am going to Madagascar to do exactly this – looking at landscapes from bird perspective, that is, evaluating aerial photographs of protected areas.
It is raining when we arrive in Tana, but I don’t care, because I am so happy about the 25 degrees air temperature, after a seemingly endless winter in Switzerland.
The airport is small, and 2 international flights arriving at the same time, with only one baggage claim Fließband, results in waiting for my bags for what feels like 2 hours. This gives me enough time to get a first glimpse of the island’s teeming wildlife: I am observing the moths that swirl around the lights in the hall. Admittedly, this is probably not the most impressive sight Madagascar’s fauna has to offer, but I am nevertheless once again amazed by nature’s ability to crawl into even the most hostile corners of human-made environments.