Long metal benches, with a rust gleaming crimson red in the setting sun lured me to join a bunch of Malagasies on the Toamasina beach. The whiff of hot charcoal and grilled fish, infused with the salty trail of Toamasina…
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Toamasina beach
Long metal benches, with a rust gleaming crimson red in the setting sun lured me to join a bunch of Malagasies on the Toamasina beach. The whiff of hot charcoal and grilled fish, infused with the salty trail of Toamasina…