It’s
been over two months since we said goodbye to Madagascar, but I wanted to share
some of our journey of saying goodbye…..As we pulled out of the berth space we
had occupied in Tamatave, Madagascar, for around 18 months, an eclectic crowd
of day crew, ex-pats and Mercy Ships crew, who were staying behind, gathered on
the dock, screaming their goodbyes and writing chalk messages on the asphalt.
The wind was chilly and dark clouds threatened rain, overhead. Our hearts were
filled to overflowing, as we left this place we called home. As we listened to
our Chief Officer pray for our journey and for the nation of Madagascar over
the PA, a damn threated to burst as we tried to hold our emotions in check. The
ships horn sounded three times and we were underway with just our memories to
cling to.
Madagascar,
a country we never hoped or dreamed we would ever visit, now holds a big piece
of our heart. Once just a fluffy children’s movie, now a collection of
thousands of lives changed, deep and abiding friendships forged and the beauty
of a nation seared deep within our soul. It seems surreal right now. We don’t
know how long until reality takes hold of us that our time in Madagascar is
really over. That season is done. We are not returning. It is too hard to fathom. We have
said goodbye to so many in the past few months. You would think we would be
hardened, but every goodbye it is like re-opening a wound, as we recall all the
goodbyes we have endured.
Oh we
have packed a lifetime of memories into our time in Madagascar! What we called “our last”. The last time we talked to that person who impacted us so
greatly, the last time we ate at Ocean 501 and watched the waves crash onto the
beach with such majesty and power, the last time we rode in a pousse pousse,
the last time we brought peanuts from the trays on the heads of the giggling girls,
the last time I went out with the Mum’s to Club Nautique on a Friday night.
The last time we good naturedly hassled Parfait, our favourite waiter, when he
counted our money, that last time we laughed with the lady at Bazzar Be when she
sees us eyeing of her canvas, two of which we already have hanging in our
cabin. The last time the ladies with the hypnotized chickens amazed us, the last
time we got a cold coconut from the palm fringed beach, the last Ultimate
Frisbee in Mada and the last patient to walk down the gangway, their lives
changed forever.
So many
poignant memories! It would be difficult to capture them all into one post and
to be so eloquent as to explain the myriad of emotions behind these moments in
time, from pure elation to frustration to anger at injustice and sadness when
we cannot help.
Thank
you Madagascar for your beauty, your people and how you have blessed us beyond
compare! Please enjoy a pictorial journey of our last few weeks in Madagascar!
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