They say the best stories start on a train and the jungle train was the hook that caught my curiosity and desire to travel to Madagascar. An old threadbare and slow train that seems to have slipped down the time tunnel just like the rest of Madagascar. A strange and wonderful island lost in the middle of the Indian Ocean. A giant laboratory full of extraordinary creatures but where it is easy to verify the terrible damage that man is capable of causing to nature.

A country of dignified and welcoming people who are honored to pose for your camera. Here the kids have fun dragging an old plastic jug, and the highest-paid players are shaped like metal. An island where Vezo fishermen go to sea crossing a painting by Sorolla and where the poorest people look for gold among yellow mud. A place where timeless clocks set the pace for diving and where ride a bicycle becomes a postcard of paradise. In Madagascar the harsh life is riddled with smiles to survive.

This is Madagascar, a wounded paradise that you will hopelessly fall in love with…