Sarodrano - pronounced approximately saroudjanou - is a village of Vezo fishermen, some kilometers in the south of Tulear. Some dwellings scattered on a strip of sand, between which enormous quantities of small fishes are spread for drying in the sun. Those will be sold later in the markets. The fish - many varieties - is the base element of the local cooking, grilled or with sauce, but always served with rice like anywhere else on the island. As much is the welcome warm-hearted, are the facilities very basic. The shower is nothing more than a barrel of stagnant water with a bowl, toilets are, we are told, beyond the sand dune... where of course is just another dune. Sand fly through all chinks, each attempt to clean our bed sheets is vain. On my small radio, I'm listening to Malagasy musical stations and news of neighbor countries Tanzania and Mozambique in english. One hour with a motorized dugout from there, the chalk cliffs of St-Augustin bay are towering up. In the XVI and the XVII centuries the bay was an important hub for slaves and spices trade, and a center of piracy in the channel of Mozambique. The vezo fishermen spread their catching - small fishes looking like sardines - in long carpets drying on the sand two brothers in front of their house lonely pig on a sand dune fishermen beating shoal of fish in a cove