Toamasina Market

Armed soldiers stood at many intersections in Toamasina, a sight that always makes me uneasy.

The local market was big and bustling. I noticed men with t shirts labeling them as security patrolling the perimeter outside.

When a young girl approached us with a basket of green oranges, one of the guards chased her off, while brandishing his billy club. I hadn’t planned to buy any, but I felt sorry for her nonetheless.Read more