The Golden Mantella Trek

I really like Mantella frogs. I remember as a child in the 1960s seeing some of the first Golden Mantella to be imported at a local pet store I used to ride my bike to as soon as I was old enough to set out on my own. So it was a tough choice when I opted out of this hike in favor of seeing lemurs (see previous post). As I stated before, no one person can see it all.

One of my friends noted you really are trying to remain anonymous. This is true. I am the oldest person in the tour group here in Madagascar, and I would rather bring attention to the things I see, not to myself. Call me old-fashioned, but I am not a fan of the Kardashian world we live in today. Everyone seems to use social media to focus attention on how well they over-exploit the resources of the planet. Too many people want to have the biggest slice of the pie. Maybe it is human nature, but it is a selfishness that we need to think about.

One of the reasons I am so pleased to be traveling with my nephew is that he gets it. I would like to bring attention to people like him who understand the crisis that we face and yet still have a positive outlook. It is people like him who will make the difference.

Maybe one of my new friends will be able to provide a story or two and a few photos that will give you a better picture of what this little frog and the people who care about it are up against. This website is a work in progress, but I hope I can get it to be a shared work, not just one grandpa doing his thing.

Indri in Mitsinjo

While most of our group went to see one of the last places in the world where you can see Golden Mantella frogs in the wild (a species I kept in captivity many years ago), my nephew Scott and I headed back to Mitsinjo to see the largest of all living lemurs while we were in the only region of Madagascar where they exist in the wild today. We heard their loud eerie calls the day before, but they were far away deep in the forest. It was on the list of creatures Scott was hoping to see. It is critically endangered and neither of us can be sure if we’ll make it back to this part of the country.

So we met our skilled guide and spotter early in the morning and headed off to see a group of habituated, but wild, Indri. We heard them again, and in a rush, we headed in the direction of their calls. Though some of the trail was good, when we got close, we had to make our way through thick undergrowth, and steep, slippery terrain. Oh, one other thing, the trails were full of terrestrial leeches. Not to be deterred, we pressed on and before long we could see them. They were high in the canopy and difficult to photograph even with my super-telephoto lens. But, eventually things got better. So good, I started using my GoPro and though I have not looked through any of the footage, I just might have gotten the baby in the group reaching down like he was going to take it out of my hand. It was an amazing moment and even if I didn’t get it on video, seeing my nephew’s eyes light up when it happened was priceless.

Not surprisingly, I wound up feeding at least six leeches, but it was worth it.

We also saw Brown Lemurs and a bunch of other things….

To see more photos from Andasibe, click here

What a Group

Most of the people who know me think I know a lot about the critters of the world. I have been able to get quite a few creatures to thrive in captivity and have used them to help get high school students interested in biology, the subject I taught for 38 years. Devin Edmonds, our tour leader, told me that in our group we had some of the top captive breeders of reptiles and amphibians in the USA. I am not in that elite group, but I can tell you, they are my kind of people. Even those, like me, who are not in the business of providing captive bred, exotic reptiles and amphibians to the pet trade, added something to the group because of their passion for conservation.

Let me introduce you to my new friends.

Brad Wilson is a veterinarian from the Atlanta area who has traveled much of the world in his spare time searching for the rare and exotic. He has connections with the Atlanta Botanical Gardens and he has invited me there to tour one of the premiere attractions of its kind in the world. I will surely take advantage of his offer and post about it in the future. His love of nature photography led Mike Wallitis to tell me he has produced some of the world’s best images of certain species of plants and animals in their natural environment. I hope he got some on this trip, and will allow me to share them on this website along with some commentary. He is one who surely could contribute to the try2seeitall goal.

Shawn Harrington is a Mayo Clinic trained doctor now living in New Hampshire. He is a busy guy with his day job, but in his spare time he started a business called the Frog Whisperer supplying captive bred animals to the pet trade. He is a fun-loving guy who likes to tell what he calls Dad jokes. His enthusiasm for the critters would occasionally put his hand or the back of his head in the photographs of others, but his ear-to-ear grin and his knowledge of how to safely handle the animals would more than make up for this minor inconvenience. Sean’s stories on the long bus rides and his insights and sense of humor at meals made for some interesting conversation.

Matthew Mirabella works for the American Museum of Natural History in New York, providing teacher education and training. His kindness and consideration of others will be remembered. He is especially good at spotting animals, so I often found myself staying close to him so I would be one of the first to take a photo. Because photography was something that most of the members of the group were interested in, we would often get in line to get a shot of a new animal. Matt was an asset to the group. We saw things that would have gone unnoticed if it were not for him.

Sean Betti is a California native who started a business in the rapidly growing technology sector of data storage and communication. He is an amazing young man who has done quite well marching to his own beat. Like many on the trip, he spent at least some of his youth working at a pet store and is one of the elite group successful at the captive care and breeding of cold-blooded exotics. Sean was an expert snake handler, and like Matt, one I wanted to remain close to when on our hikes. He was a bit more reserved than some on the trip, but he could also summon a boyish grin in an instant when he discovered something new. He impressed me with his ability to calmly try2seeitall while still able to carry on business and family life while in a remote location. He has mastered technology, but has not become a slave to it. He also has taken some great photographs that I hope he will share.

Julio Rodrigues calls New York City home, though he was born in Spain to a Spanish father and a Dominican Republic mother. Julio played linebacker for the Syracuse football team in the late ’90s and now manages a swimming instruction program that works at many locations in the “Big Apple.” He is another busy guy with diverse interests and keen perception who is a positive example of how to live life to its fullest. He would make Devin’s list of top breeders of reptiles and amphibians but he might not admit to it. He is funny, generous and easy to like. I hope he will add some thoughts and photos to this website when he gets the chance. I really hope to travel with him again.

Ray is a transplant from New Jersey who now lives in Massachusetts. He is probably the most energetic in the group. I am pretty sure he wins the award for most Instagram posts while in Madagascar. When he returns home he will be teaching courses at Harvard and MIT as well as other duties in the realm of science teacher education. He has vast knowledge and experience from traveling to remote areas where fascinating creatures live. He is skilled at being in the right place at the right time to take photos or make videos. He is also able to convey enthusiasm to the local children, which I think might be his most valuable personality trait.

Last but not least, Anne Carpenter, a Rhode Island native and daughter of a Brown University professor. Anne works as an inspector for the FDA. She was the only female member of the tour and helped keep the group on its best behavior. Passionate about nature and kind beyond the ordinary, she was truly an asset to the group. She was surprisingly good, despite her small stature, at keeping up with the boys. I admire her courage and her generosity.

Andasibe 2019

One of the things that takes some getting used to in Madagascar is the limited access to WiFi and internet speeds that allow for efficient uploading of photos. Consequently I have fallen way behind on my posts.

Our group met in Tana and I quickly learned that the tour was going to be exceptional. The people had a common interest and were all intrepid travelers. I personally knew three of the eleven members before the trip started. I was excited to get to know the rest. I am hoping to get some to contribute to the website. First I will introduce the three I knew before the trip started.

Devin Edmonds is the tour leader and an author of several books on the care of amphibians. He started his own website when he was a teenager and still makes an effort to keep it up today. Because of his interest in the creatures of Madagascar, he came here when he was 20 years old and made many connections that have become a big part of his life. I heard him lecture about a dozen years ago at a gathering of interested people after his first trip.

Mike Wallitis, co-founder of Black Jungle Exotics, a company that specializes in the sale of items used in making terrariums and vivariums, asked Devin to lead the group for Rainforest Adventure Tours, a second business Mike started. I have been doing business with Mike for many years, but this is the first trip I have taken with him. Others in the group have traveled with him several times to exotic locations.

Finally, my nephew Scott, who like me, has been interested in traveling to Madagascar since he was a boy. Scott is a Princeton graduate who is currently working in Kenya on a conservation ecology research project. He hopes someday to get a doctorate in some aspect of conservation biology. He wants to make a difference.

Andasibe (pronounced An DAH see bay), a small village a few hours west of Tana, was a good place to get started. It was here that Devin helped provide advice on a captive breeding program for endangered frogs that are struggling because of habitat loss. The breeding project is part of a larger community project called Mitsinjo. We were introduced to several people associated with Mitsinjo and we learned about the good work they do. We took several hikes on the private reserve they manage. We saw many species. Scott and I were very lucky to see the largest member of the lemur family called the Indri.



What to Eat or What Not to Eat?

At home I consider myself adventurous when it comes to food. I would like to be adventurous while traveling too. So far, I have tried to be conservative, sticking to foods that are thoroughly cooked or fruits I have peeled myself. It might be the stories of people getting violently ill with what in Madagascar is called “Hotely Belly.” A hotely is a place where locals eat and my driver, Lala, said it is wise to stay away. So far so good. I haven’t had any digestive issues. As in most developing countries, the health issue is probably more about the water than the food, so foreigners are advised to stick to bottled water which I have. Access to clean water is a problem for many here in Madagascar.

Last night I found myself with a bit of a conflict. I was raised to eat what was put on my plate and be thankful. I was pretty hungry. I had only one choice for dinner–Zebu steak served with a side of pomme de terre frite, or what we would call French fries. Zebu is a type of cow common in Madagascar. You see them all around the rice paddies, walking along the side of the road, pulling carts, and as pictured above, being herded by children. I don’t know whether it was that image or the image of the street side butcher shops with hanging meat and no refrigeration, but I could not bring myself to eat steak for the first time in my life.

I was thankful the side of fries was big and hot.

For photos around Antananarivo from my first few days in Madagascar, click here.

I like to move it, move it

This line in the lyrics of the animated movie made the island of Madagascar famous with both children and adults. The lemurs were a hit. Yesterday, I got to photograph a troupe of ring-tailed lemurs, the species that was featured singing the song. Admittedly, it was a bit easier than I would have liked, as the lemurs were confined within the walls of a park outside Tana. Zoos and wildlife parks have their place in educating the public. My driver for the early part of the trip, a man named Lala, suggested I check it out. I am glad I did. For a small fee, I was given a private tour by a young lady named Rotsy. She had a master’s degree in conservation, and you could tell she (like most of the people I met in Madagascar) has a love of her country and its natural resources, including its lemurs. 

I wish I could post more photos, but the Wifi is slow and unreliable. Halfway through the five-minute upload of a photograph to this website, on more than one occasion, the power has gone out and I had to start again. I may have to wait until I get back to the U.S. to show you all I would like to show you. (As I typed this line the power went out, but luckily my little laptop is battery powered and before I finished this parenthetical statement, it came back on.) 

Most of the time we don’t know how lucky we are. Being here trying to see it all (power off again) helps to give perspective and I know I am lucky to have had a brief encounter with Lala and Rotsy.

I better back this up before I try to publish this post!

In Tana at last

After a tough initial flight the second leg was a breeze. Antananarivo, or Tana as it is called by the locals, is the capital of Madagascar. It is a sprawling city in the central highland of the country. Though this is the cyclone season, the approach today was only slightly cloudy. As soon as I exited the plane, I knew I had left winter in the USA behind. The airport is small, and in a few steps we started being processed. Two smiling ladies with skin temperature thermometers checked to make sure anyone trying to enter the country didn’t bring a fever with them. I was carrying everything I needed for a journey around the globe. That is the plan. I usually try not to travel alone, but here for the first few days at least, I will have to figure things out; without someone to watch my things. I navigated the airport better than expected, and made my way to the money-changing kiosk. There I was met by a young man who was happy to help and, in English far better than I hoped, greeted me, and before I knew it, my $600 made me a multi-millionaire in Madagascar Ariary. I was advised that amount should cover expenses (not paid in advance), while we look for frogs, chameleons, and lemurs. We will see. I had a smiling driver waiting with my name and the name of the hotel I was staying at on a placard as soon as I left the building. I was a tired old man a bit too excited to do what I need to do next—Sleep.

And we are off…

Or as my mother used to say, “We’re off like a herd of dirty turtles.”  I don’t know where she got the phrase, but it seemed appropriate when she used it. I felt like I imagine a dirty turtle would feel, anyway; without the herd. Although I’ve been thinking about this adventure for many years, I guess I have to admit I haven’t planned very well. Sometimes “life” gets in the way. And I have found that “even the best laid plans, can go awry.”

Although we left the airport late because the weather was inclement and boarding took so long, we arrived in Addis Ababa just about on time. Not to say that the flight was uneventful, it was extremely full and far too many were under the age of two for me to plan on resting. I was sitting behind a little boy who was full of energy and most of the time was a delight. He could sing his ABC’s in that “elemento-p” sort of way. He liked to say hi between the seats and he could change from a bright smile to a temper tantrum in a nanosecond. He didn’t sleep until the airplane landed on the tarmac in Ethiopia; which was the first leg of my route, and his only flight on what I was told (by his mother) would be a four month visit to see relatives . Consequently, the people around him didn’t get a chance to sleep much either. Unfortunately his mother either from exhaustion or illness passed out with about two hours left in the approximately 12 hour flight. Traveling with a two year old surrounded by strangers is not how to start a visit to your home country, but that was the situation they were in.  One minute she was smiling and trying the best she could to keep her little boy from disturbing those around him. An impossible task under the best of circumstances, but when things are not going well and your neighbors are getting cranky it’s got to be stressful. When she passed out, no one knew what happened but those people who just a minute before where showing signs of disappointment and disapproval reacted quickly to try to help the young woman. She was barely breathing and two of her neighbors struggled to find a pulse, and for a second time on the trip a PA announcement came on asking for medical assistance. Fortunately the kind-hearted lady in front of her had been a nurse. She did all the right things. She enlisted a few to carry her quickly to a place where CPR could be administered, but not before an old man who appeared to be Ethiopian Orthodox, walked down the isle to her; took the large Crucifix he was wearing around his neck and moved it about her motionless body (mostly from head to heart) and said a few prayers.  It happened so quickly. Thankfully, her little boy was unaware of the gravity of the situation and behaved beautifully, making friends with the people who had struggled to sleep because of him. As the plane prepared for landing, the young lady, with tears in her eyes was able to make her way to her seat. She took a red Bible out of her substantial carry-on luggage, and placed it on her head. The tears really started to flow. Her son finally closed his eyes and went to sleep. A well-dressed, kindly, gentleman (not me) took responsibility for carrying the little boy off the plane; as others gathered all the belongings that needed to make there way into the airport. There were plenty of “Good Samaritans” in attendance.

I hope she continues to get the help she needs.