EARTHblog » Mel Whitehouse
September 6, 2016
In April 2015 staring out the window of the “taxi brousse” I watched the rolling hills of rice fields and forests pass by, barely visible in the moonlight. I looked up and found the Southern Cross constellation in the sky. I was traveling towards the Ampasindava peninsula in the northwestern part of Madagascar with a Malagasy colleague (and friend) to conduct research on a mining project. In that moment, sitting on a bus in the middle of the night that I realized for the thousandth time that there are so many things I don’t know.