After interacting with a group of expats in a forum from Europe here in Madagascar, It is clear how they have installed themselves in Madagascar and they only live within their expat clannish community and it has become a mutual admiration society . I only interact with expats or foreigners at best 5% of my time here in Madagascar. I steer clear of tourists mostly because when tourists learn that I have lived here for 16 years they want to ask questions, which is fine with me. It is when they tell me their tour guides give then different information about certain aspects of Malagasy life that I have come to learn that their looks of confusion is heartbreaking. I do not want to disrupt their Disney world Fantasy trip so I steer clear of tourists. Travelers on the other hand are far more interesting because they are seeking truth and knowledge but they are few and far apart.
I myself live within the Malagasy Society some 95% of the time, mostly through my School Baobab of 130 students and their families and of course my wife's family which adds up to 800 people. I have not gone " Native" but I have blended my culture with the local cultures. I know that I will never be accepted as Malagasy as I am know in the community from locals as "the American" This brings me to the title of " the other side of Paradise"
I ask in this thread of what you see that tourists don't see, travelers get a sense of difference, and expats only skim the surface but find depth of local culture confusing, frightening and push back with their arrogance.
One of the refreshing feelings here is their is no "Political correctness" that high haughty naughty sense of the first world projects, or I find they hide from reality.
I am known as the American---though my neighbors call me papa- ( and the first name of my first born which is normal for all of society) People here rarely know peoples first name ( unless they don't have children yet) and never the last name. I know a driver here for hire but his name is squeaky voice, --he has a high pitched voice.
or the Black guardian and we all know him because he is as black as night on a moonless night. My driver is called driver not his first name. If people do not know me I am known as Vasaha ( foreigner ) I know a couple of Zackys here but one is called "Zacky good morning" because those are the only two English words he knows and says to me. People here can say your fat or your skinny or how ask your weight or how old are you without a problem. I find this refreshing, this is just the beginning of some thoughts of " the other side of Paradise"