Madagascar, Scientist, Ford discussed on The Story Collider

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Sleep. In the man falls out the window above me and lands on top of me on the bed. The trip had not been going well. I'd come to Madagascar to visit a Corey field program. It was a project being run by a conservation group at the time. My research was more on the computer bottling side. I was studying how climate change is affecting the world's coral reefs and I started doing field work, but I felt that I needed to learn more about how to run a project like the one these people had and they were nice enough to say, I could come in as sitting scientist for six weeks or a couple months. So I packed myself off their travelled around Madagascar, but they weren't me one thing. I might becoming a little bit off schedule and might miss their transport. Now the the city nearby was only hundred fifty kilometers away. So I thought, what's the big deal? I'm sure I can get there and I did miss the transport. So I was able to find out with with some help that there was a fishing company, a French company, the drove trucks up and down the coast, picking up squid from all the villages. So I managed to get a lifting the fishing company. Again, they warn me, it's less season humid. It may be a little bit slow. The roads aren't that good during the wet season. But it's only one hundred fifty kilometers. How long could it possibly take? I mean, it was the coast. It's this flat as a board. There's no mountains to cross. So I was like, you know, maybe a few hours or something. And so I was wait. When the man landed on me. There was some confusion. He was a. He was. He was French a French ex Pat of which there are many in the coastal towns of Madagascar. He was drunk. And as I said, he was quite confused. We exchanged some words. The words were spoken in a variety of different languages, and I can't really recount any of them here. That's for the best, but we came to a mutual understanding that he had entered the wrong room and he'd also entered the room the wrong way. So he was nice enough to leave out the door, and I try to get back to sleep. And a day later. And I mean a day in the scientific sense, it was exactly twenty four hours later. I climbed out of that same bed unglued myself from the sheets basically and walked off to go and pick up the truck. I was a bit suspicious as to why I had to meet at two AM, but that's what they told me. So we loaded on some bags, fifty kilogram bags of rice. They made sure the fishing coolers that were in the back fiscal was in the back row secure, and I got on there were few other passengers off. We went. It was a bumpy ride. It was not good for somebody with a lower back problem, but I was surprised. It was kind of an interesting adventure. We passed we Ford, some rivers. We passed on this road. There was part sand part rock. It was kind of exciting. We got stuck in the mud. By our three that got a little tiresome but we kept going, we're able to get back out and then it's some point getting around lunchtime I was told, oh, the truck stops in in the next village. That's as far as it goes. And we were only maybe a third of the way, but they said, don't worry. There's another truck. You can just get on the next one. And there was another truck and the driver was nice enough to say, I could sit next to him. It's like, okay, I'll sit on the seat next to him not the passenger seat that was like an actual seat next to the driver between the driver and the passenger seat. Well, it wasn't really a seat. There was no back and there was no base really either. Actually it was there's no pad. It was really just a metal frame like outer frame of the truck. So that was really the only thing between me and the engine block. So it was hot. I, I moved side to side probably once every two minutes to just avoid scalding. My, but basically definitely was not good sitting on a metal seat for my lower back. Although the heat probably helped a little bit. It was beautiful. So. So we traveled on, we stopped in some villages..

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