Mad World
I awoke to that feeling of ‘where am I?’ As my ears adjusted to the environment, the recognisable hum let me know I was at 35,000 feet and I instantly recalled where I was bound. I reached over to the window, my eyes still a blur with sleep as I slowly lifted the blind. The sun was lazily peaking over the horizon, an ethereal red glow so often seen with the African sun, dissolving into the dark blue void above. Down below, a dark mass, devoid of lights loomed out of the sea and I realised I was staring at where my journey would end but where the adventure would start - Madagascar.
The last few days were a blur from the moment I picked up the phone to hear Dick Beaumont, owner of White Dragon, a Kraken 66 which was the subject of my photo assignment, on the other end of the line ecstatically telling me that he had just made landfall in Madagascar after a ‘cracking sail’ across the Indian Ocean and asked if I was available to fly over from Hong Kong to
