Hi, I'm Hug Nibbles, merman applegeist and scalder

no pictures again... this is totally starting to cramp my style. Imma keep it short and sweet this week

biggest thing this week, me and Elder Ahlstrom were caught in what i am deciding to classify as a tropical storm on friday. right in the middle of our prime proselyting time, it starts coming down like normal and we decide to just keep contacting cause if you cant handle a little rain, then get out of the 'gascar. Eventually it starts getting a little more aggressive, and me and Ahlstrom decided to take a hint and wait it out for a few minutes underneath the overhang of an epicerie. Usually the rain will dies down or out after a few minutes. but it just keeps on keepin on and Ahlstrom and i start sharing glances. we start to become fascinated with the rapidly forming whitewhater (brownwater) rapids river rushing down the street we were just contacting on and marveling as its carries a few metric tons of garbage down its wake, along with several pairs of flip flops, a wicker bag, (the kind you use for transporting a half dozen geese on the back of your bike... they have those in america, right?) a whole bunch water bottles and a small child. eventually we realize were gonna lose a ton of work time if we keep waiting it out so we decided to suck it up and get out to work. spoiler alert: everyone cancelled their lessons. For a people that live, in essence, a submarine lifestyle malagasies sure are scared of the rain. 

"our meeting was at 12 and its 1 now. where are you?"

"well, its raining Elders!"

yeah there's a lot of nonsense like that. In essence were walking around in this stuff for hours and not accomplishing anything cause no one wants to talk while its raining and the whole time its only picking up and flooding in a more dramatic fashion. By the time we decide to go home weve been as wet as if we had just gone swimming in full proselyting clothes for the last hour and its past the point of misery and has crossed back over to being fun. we'd just wade up and down streets, watching waves and riptides go by and marvel at the openings of the malagasy "sewer system", where the water was coming out so fast it was pressurized and jetting out of grates six feet in the air.   

Eventually when we got back to Betsarety (our hood) we were wading up to our mid thighs (or in french, the mid-cuisse, which i know thanks to gasy menus being in teny fransay). it looked like this picture of a missionary in Tomatave

 except our water was higher, browner, more generally filled with sewage and we were lacking in the bicycle rain jacket department. A couple malagasies thought it was absolutely hilarious to see vazahas in the drink and made some loud comments, so i went up to each and every one and made some some happy small talk, told them i loved them and then gave them a sopping wet hug before they could get away.

Also, remember those gaping sewer pits im terrified of falling into every night i mentioned before? Well the water was about two feet over the pit on our path home and we would have walked right into it if there wasnt an awesome malagasy right there warning everyone. there was a bunch of people standing around the approximate area who were to scared to progress so me and Ahlstrom had to lead a bunch of people around the pit, very slowly, very cautiously. The tension has never been so high. Ahlstrom even had to lead a couple kids and their mother home "because they didnt have an umbrella." what? All this nonsense left everything in my bag (except, miraculously, my malagasy scriptures) completely ruined. My bag is waterproof, but that only means so much. 

And then after all that when we got home we realized we had left our keys at the office so we had to make the trip two more times. It was one of the more awesome experiences of my life. See y'all next week, folks.

Goodbye Hors(pool)es, I'm Gliding Over You

Ughughughugh...

a lot happened these weeks but i dont really want to talk about it without pictures to break up the blocks of texts... (remember when this was a multimedia experience?) It's getting me down enough I'm gonna suck it up and buy a knock off sinao camera soon (it helps the Ahlstrom also had his camera stolen and wants a new one too)

Luckily i can still cajole others into giving me pictures

So Horspool is officially in a better place despite some visa issues and now its just me and TAhlstrom running Betongolo. It's actually been really cool showing Ahlstrom around, i didnt realize i knew the area as well as i did.  It  makes you feel real cool when you know little short cuts and exactly when to cross a rice paddy or how to scale a garbage wall. According to Ahlstrom Tana is nothing like Toamasina (where he's been serving) where everything is flat desert. I'm glad i get to serve here and not in Toamasina, its been overcast over Tana for almost a week straight and I even got to wear a sweater(!) the other day. Also i like the feeling of living in a smelly jungle gym i have to traverse to do little things like buy eggs. 

Anyways, here's some farewell shots Horse took with these families we know. 

The first family is Soeur Helen's, theyre all super cool. They have us over for soiree's every monday night so needless to say they are very precious to us. Also pictured is the Betongolo sister missionaries, Soeur Stewart and Amoussouga.This was also Soeur Stewart's farewell picture, she went home right after this was taken. Her hair was usually more... restrained. 

Second family is Soeur Tinamora's. All the kids are members, and she is essentially  member but hasnt been baptized yet. She goes to church and knows everything and is awesome in general but her husband is a complete bum. there's a rule that you cant get baptized unless youre legally married but her husband refuses to break his family's fomba, which fomba is "never get married and spend most/all of your paycheck on alcohol". But its okay though cause she and all her kids are awesome

Hey, just so you all know if you want to ask me questions or anything please do, I'd love to answer. the email address is on the sidebar for a reason

Also, in lieu of pictures ive attached a segment from our weekly mission newletter to this post because i want y'all to be able to see the images from a recent project our Humanitarian Leaders, Elder and Sister Asay headed.  its pretty cool, they were able to to distribute a lot of rice and building materials to outlying villages hit by tropical storm Chedza and a general even spoke at the event which is a pretty big deal (His name... Charles...) Also, funny story, because they were transporting a lot of goods through the Dahalo-infested country side (Dahalo: the main enemy of the Malagasy government, organized cattle hustlers with machetes and AK-47s that run around the more outskirt-y portions of the 'gascar. my comp says in Toamasina sometimes the dahalo would send an alert to the city saying they were coming in a week and if they didnt gather their cattle together and hand them over theyd start killing people. but instead the citizens would gather their machetes and wait at the town hall and then they and the dahalo would go at it. The government sometimes hunts them in helicopters), the Humanitarian had to hire armed guards to get out there. Well, actually the government helped provide. But the Malagasy government is as such that for some reason Elder and Sister Asay had to get a form signed and then drive to the airport to pick up their guards guns? We're still scratching our heads on that one over here.

I'll wrap up with two stories about... well you'll see. so on the way to the bus the other day i saw a dad bent over his three-ish year old son. The dad was holding his pants down and pointing his dangling participle so his son could more easily pee into our heavily trafficked street. and when i saw this the only thought that entered my head was "wow, what a good dad." and that was when i realized Madagascar had changed me. Then later that same day a drunk guy stopped right in the middle of a fairly nice path we were walking down, dropped his fly and just relieved himself on the pavement in front of us. When he looked up from his work and saw we were white, he smiled and send in heavily accented English "Welcome to Madagascar!" I think that about sums it up.

What do you say when your pet spider wont behave?

Hallako ny hallako!

*Explanation of the joke that renders it unfunny* the root of the malagasy word for 'hate' is the malagasy word for spider. so by that logic spiders dont possess a trait that makes us hate them nor are they themselves hateful, but the very emotion of hatefulness contains the essence of spiders. Rings true. 

sorry this post is gonna be a quick one again.  but heres something i forgot in my haste last week: at Sitraka's baptism not only did the font fill with very yellow looking water, it filled very slowly and we ended up spending about forty minutes going to pumps and filling buckets with water then carrying them to the font and dumping them in to  fill it just barely high enough for Sitraka to get dunked.  Oh and beyond that while we were filling the font Sitraka's little 6-ish year old sister faceplanted on a cement curb in the parking lot and hit here front teeth out. Baptisms are always very eventful here. Dont worry, her sister is okay now but its a little weird seeing her these days. like i know alot of people here with teeth and a lot without but this is the first time I've known someone on both sides.

no new pictures this week from Horse or me, but i was sitting next to the APs while they were compiling some pictures of missionaries at work across madagascar and i got him to forward it to me. i thought they were fairly representative of a normal day here so maybe youll like em. and if you dont, well I could have given you no pictures, stop being such a brat.

Oh i actually just received a new pic in email, gon add dis right quick

So I've been meaning to talk about these guys for a while but i didnt have a picture until now! So some mlagasies go on a mission to South Africa, but like I said they have a hard time getting Visas. so while they wait for theyre visa's they serve here. These three guys have been living with me and Horse the past few weeks and its essentially been the best thing ever.  Left to right, Elder Nohaingoinaina, Raharijoherinirina, McCrary, Ratsimbazafy, Horspool. 

Nohaingoinaina actually served in England but his visa expired and they kicked him out so hes just finishing up here for the last few months. He's a great teacher and super good at english. Fun Fact: he is Stepahnie's cousin (yes, THE Stephanie) and grew up in the same house with her.

Raharijoherinirina is the newest at english but he's still really good. Learning to be a car mechanic. We teach each other a lot and I love going out to teach with him because i always learn a lot. Absolutely hilarious, but i think you need to hear his accent for any of my stories to work...

Ratsimbazafy is pretty much my best friend in country. I'll definitely talk more about him later. (remind me)

and all three of these guys partially supported themselves by rapping and writing beats before the mission, something, im pretty sure every gasy male in existance does. You should here em go off together.

on to part two of the blog post today

It be transfer week my brothas. Horse is going to Fort Dauphin (rated the third most beautiful place on earth, the most successful zone in the mission, and the only place in the world that speaks Atandroy, a dialect so radical its essentially a different language. the church even has a different name down there.) Needless to say my (former) comp is estatic. I'm staying in Betongolo and my new comp will be Elder Ahlstrohm. I dont know much about him other than hes one of two Elder Ahlstrohm's in the mission and he is bigger than the other one so everyone calls him (T)Ahlstrohm. Thats seriously how he is entered into the official church records here. (the other is (Sm)Ahlstrohm). Needless to say this pleases me. 

I'm really excited, I love this area and its growing great right now. When we got here we knew 5 investigators, now we have almost 30 and I love all of them. I'm honestly super happy I'll get to keep teaching them.

I love you guys all too, honestly so much I have trouble expressing it, so I'll let Bonnie Tyler say it for me

(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round

(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears

(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by

(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart

(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit angry
And I know I've got to get out and cry
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I get a little bit terrified
But then I see the look in your eyes
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then
I fall apart
Turn around, bright eyes
Every now and then
I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
(All of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
(Forever's gonna start tonight)

Once upon a time
I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart

Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

[Instrumental Interlude]

(Turn Around, bright eyes)
(Turn Around, bright eyes)

(Turn around)
Every now and then
I know you'll never be the boy
You always wanted to be
(Turn around)
But every now and then
I know you'll always be the only boy
Who wanted me the way that I am
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I know there's no one in the universe
As magical and wondrous as you
(Turn around)
Every now and then
I know there's nothing any better
There's nothing that I just wouldn't do
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
Every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
'Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
(All of the time)
I don't know what to do
I'm always in the dark
Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
(Forever's gonna start tonight)

Once upon a time I was
I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart

Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
(Turn Around, bright eyes)
(Turn around)

*Tenderly Avoids Male Bonding*

Q-Q-Q-quick post today folks, im short on time

MOST IMPORTANT> MISY BAPTISM

Oh sorry i was in a rush MISY BAPTISM

The guy is Frere Ernest, our ward mission leader and a total baller. Love him to death, also hes very good at english so that probably is part of why i like him so much. He helps us all the time and essentially runs this ward from behind the scenes cause hes just such a hard worker.

The girl in the center is the one who got baptized, and her name is Sitraka (See-Chuk-ah) She's also an amazing member, super smart and dedicated. We always had a great time teaching her and her family. Kind of sad we wont get to see her as much anymore now that she's a full member.

picture of dead rat that was loose in the church office where i work. that rat was less dead when it was loose.

No malagasy path pictures this week, but there are pictures of typical malagasy roads

Remember Medisse, Frederic's friend? Better know as Hegrem or Eminem2.0? Heres a picture of us seeing him off at the airport as well as some other malagasy missionaries headed to the Ghana MTC. 

Medisse will serve in South Africa, english speaking once his visa goes through. They go through slow though, because as i understand it there's some sort of political tension between South Africa and Madagascar. 

Also a belated picture from the Christmas party/rave 

A PLS for tradition's sake

Sorry folks, thats all i got time for. See you next week.

You Can Take the Boy Out of the South(ern Portion of New England)

I hope you all are excited to read the title of this blog every week cause frankly thats my favorite part to write. todays was originally going to be Cynical Cyril Cyrus the Cyclopsian Cyclone Cyclist but then i realized the only part that was relevant was the 'cyclone' and i was being altogether too pleased with myself.

Oh yeah, we had a cyclone this week.

Picture of some of the cyclone damage. Its pretty sad, cause i was having the time of my life during it, all the rain and wind made it so it was actually a bearable temperature and i was saying "I hope there's a cyclone every week!" but then afterwards i started noticing all the damage it did. Mortar, if people even use it (which they often dont) is very weak around here and gets eroded in the cyclone. stones walls were falling down all around the city, and i heard five people died, crushed under a brick wall their house was under. Use quality mortar when building your houses, my friends.

So theres this restaurant (named SNACK in all caps and its actually pretty high class, i love this country) me and Elder Horspool go to sometimes and it has a tv that plays music videos. we've seen some pretty amazing things on the tv, him and I, but by far my favorites are these two malagasy pop songs that play once in a blue moon between all the club music called "Vavaka" and "Missionera". Literally about how a guy likes praying and these ladies appreciate the work missionaries do, respectively. And theyre both filmed on a shoestring budget, i honestly think with a handcam. so malagasy. 

But even more important than those two songs is that the other day in SNACK we saw our recent convert Frederick and his friend Medisse (who's currently serving a mission in South Africa) on the TV rapping away in their latest single. I didnt realize quite how big FIFTYderic and Hegrem (yes those are their names) were in madagascar.

OH I JUST FOUND THE VIDEO "My Last Chance" Hegrem FEAT Fiftyderic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbUob7fiOMo

On the right: my recent convert <3 the others are gasy rappers i havent met yet

 did i mention that frederics other job is that he teaches English? I love this guy.

Have some chameleon pictures and PLS shots

Also continuing to take pictures of tana paths, i love these. I'll call em RBL shots (Ratsy be ny lalana!)

I was remiss that i did not take a picture of these awesome sandals i saw the other day, i heard theyre pretty common but this was the first time i noticed them, theyre made out of worn out car tires and are super cheap and last forever. i think ill buy a pair.

Ugly story time, somebody left some towels on our apartment balcony during transfers unknown ages ago and theyve been festering ever since. the other day they sprouted some hefty toadstools and me and Horspool decided enough was enough and threw em out. But not before taking this pic,(i dont know if you can tell but thats like a six inch tall shroom that just appeared overnight. Fungi are amazing)

Interesting Gasy Fax: a ton of words in malagasy are just gasy-sized french but sometimes theyll invent or have prexisting words completely from malagasy for the same thing (teny gasy be) amd they can get kind of weird. for example pomegranate in teny gasy be is "Apongo Be Lanitra"  literally "Big Drum of Heaven" (or maybe "Heavenly Drum of Bigness" depending on your translator)

Speaking of language, heres a quick pic of our English class super stars. We teach a free English class ever week at the church as part of our service. The guy in the Scorpions tank is named Urban and the girl is Seheno (seh-hay-noo). Both are tena mahay be and probably teach more english than i do, cause I'm still struggling a little bit with malagasy (not personally, im just still new) and so its a little hard to teach sometimes. I mostly just help people with pronunciation 

and teach very basic things to the beginners.

Unfortunately also not pictured was this experience i had yesterday where a big ol' cow (hereafter referred to as an omby cause i cant stand saying cow anymore) got loose in the middle of the street. it held up a bunch of bus traffic and was creating quite spectacle, there was a whole crowd ringed around the wranglers trying to rope the thing again. and every time it would charge or try to gore one of the wranglers all the people (who were at least 3 yards away) would squeal and run away for like half a mile. i kinda think the onlookers were just using like a haunted house to get themselves worked up. but it was pretty crazy. I've always thought ombys are weirdly large for how little we think of them, just cause theyre (usually) so docile. But its a heck of a lot of animal, especially when youre standing right next to it. And it has 2 foot long devil horns. 

Some members in the Betongolo ward! These ladies are all extremely nice and have us over for soirees all the time. Left to right, Soeur Soa, Evette, and Tinamora. Sr Evette's even fed us a couple times, some really good rice and loaka and some katsaka (which is literally just a lot of corn floating in sugar water and i did not like as much).  I'm still laughing at how french for sister is pronounced "sir" btw.

ALSO you might notice that just recently google has finally come out with a malagasy function for google translate. its.. not very good but it just came out so i expect it will grow mightily. Point is i will probably start tossing out more malagasy words knowing you can go to uncle google to learn a little bit. Also because its becoming harder and harder for me to talk in just English. 

Lastly, and most importantly

YA BOY MADE A SUIT

This baby's been like six weeks in the making, took a lot of P-day time and planning. I had to argue with the lambahoany seller for like fifteen minutes to let me buy floral patterned cream satin for the back of the vest because he was convinced it was only for women. Metrosexual discrimination, that's whats holding back the malagasy economy. 

and let's not forget Horse's suit (digging the third pocket)

I also had a silversmith member of one of our wards make me a ring. Silvers actually more expensive here than in america but the labor and brand costs are low and non-existant, respectively. The ring is a CTR ring which i admit is pretty basic mormon garbage, but hopefully that fact that its in malagasy (Fidio ny Tsara btw) and made by hand by a guy who also raises chickens makes up for that. 

So thats it for now. Mada's really starting to feel like home, I'm not sure i can go back to a country without akoho sauce or grenadelle jus. Getting to the point where I can really enjoy speaking gasy too. But dont think I've forgotten any of you guys and your blurry, quickly evaporating faces. Love you guy(s?)

"You know that lady you gave candy to was a prostitute, right?"

You people just would not believe all the crazy stuff that comes with being a missionary in Madagascar. There is literally so many stories and so little email time that i'm not even going to explain the blog title for this week. I mean, I know every missionary says they got the best mission in the world (except the french missionaries) but i think i may have located the objective best one, at least in the top 14 (oh, to teach in the Marshall islands....)

honestly there's so much to say i think my blog this week might be reduced to bullet points (if you take the pictures out the prior posts youll notice this blog has always been glorified bullet points)

~ So it's the holidays and the spirit of giving is everywhere, and by that i mean the spirit of me giving my camera to thief in an unwilling and unsuspecting manner, i. e. pick-pocketing. Dude saw me taking pictures with some kids at the balfot pitch (soccer field) and unzipped my bag and took the camera during a five minute walk from the field to a restaurant without me noticing a thing. Ain't even mad, just mostly impressed. i hear this is a very common thing that happens to missionaries here and the area we were in is incredibly poor so i hope my camera can help some at least get their feet under them, but i cant say a career in thievery bodes well for his or the community's economic future. So anyways thats why no pictures this week

~Shaved my head last week. Best. Decision. Ever. i cant even express how hot/flooded this pace always is, as least to an east coast boy like myself. My Cali comp says the heats not that bad but im dying. I dream of winter every day. I hope you guys appreciate having a cold side of the pillow to flip it over to in the middle of the night, i only have the slightly less sweaty side.

~ Hey remember when i said  no picture, cause i actually meant misy pictures because my comp was a doll and sent me some

my aforementioned comp, Elder Horspool, me, and MY SWEAT-STAINED MANE

this is from a hike we went on to the top of a hill in the distant nether regions of Tana

Panorama of the view from the top of the hill (which is either a small mountain or stretching the definition of hill [and technically private property and inhabited by killer bees but its also a norm tourist destination so...])

MOST IMPORTANTLY i found out this week chameleons (and small malagasy children) live in the trees outside our apartment

Have i mentioned that Madagascar is the best place in the world? i get to do Indiana Jones crap every single day just to get around, and I live in the largest city in the country. I'm not sure this picture does it justice, but this bridge was so sketchy, tons of big gaps and tiny sticks holding it up over a decent sized ravine. let me reiterate that I LIVE IN THE CITY. on a mouintain and crippled by poverty in a less than 3rd world country, but in the city nonetheless. note my (black) dress shoes

typical Malagasy sidewalk (haha, sidewalk. Americans are so rich they pave stuff cars dont even drive on. idiots)

A bunch of the Elders serving in Tana, but not all. appreciate the front and back veiws. from left to right Elder Roush Morley Liao Koplin Babb Horspool Hein (a member from elder Hein's ward whose name i didnt catch) and McCrary (i know that guy!) You might hear stories about these guys later, the only thing i feel compelled to report is that Elder Koplin uttered the phrase "It's Carrie Underwood, baby!" to Elder Horspool today

kay, back to bullet points.

~for the second time in my life i saw someone have a seizure during a church meeting. difference was this time the seizee had a shaolin monk haircut and i had a little lifeguard training under my belt so i was able to help him out a little bit. He's perfectly okay now and doing well, thought he still has no sino ancestry or cultural links so i dont understand the hair, but doing great. funniest part was when some one ran out and and grabbed some mint leaves and threw them on him. i think he thought the smell would help resuscitate him? But it looked a little like black magic

~one of our members told me the other day before the church convinced him to change his life he slept with his aunt, except he said, in english, "my mothers brothers wife". I didnt need to know that but i appreciated his gasy phraseology

~We had an appointment for 7 lessons yesterday and every single one didnt show up. Thats a record for me!

~But other than that the works going great and i love it. we had a random guy on the street tell us to come in after a literal two word conversation and we taught one of our best lessons ever. his family is so interested in the gospel, way interested in religion but disatisfied with the the church experiences theyve had so far. They literally asked us about prophets first thing, uninvited, and me and Horspool just looked at each other and smiled.

~in a gasy accent, even when someone tells you theyre watching Uwe Boll's Zombie Massacre it sounds so elegant "zoom-BAY mah-SAH-crray"

~and to wrap it all up i got chased by a crazy lady who spoke unintelligible french for 20minutes this morning. she even tried to get in the taxi with us (the taxi we hired just to get away faster)

Never a dull moment in Madagascar. Y'all should really visit next time. Miss/love all of you, especially THOSE OF YOU WHO WRITE ME. *hint hint*

Merry Christmas Eve^353

I'm literally just writing this blog post so you all know i haven't forgotten about you. It just very hard to find time on computers out here, sorry.

But i thought you should all know that yes, i did get to celebrate Chrsitmas and New Years and yes, Malagasies celebrate them too. In fact they love them dare i say even more than Americans. Christmas and New Years parties are their two biggest parties of the year and they go ham. I've met multiple people who saved up all year for their parties. an its like the gift giving kind of time like in a america, they just dance all. night. long. and into the next night. and its all to Malagasy songs which are written in like 37/15 time signatures, just hyper rapid guitar plinking, and their bodies keep up with it. These people have been trained from birth to dance, all the two year olds do it. im kind of jealous. for a less hyperactive but extremely popular malagasy song, google "Mahatsiaro" by Stephanie. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nhBkcvszb0

I hear it at least 8 times a day, but never in good quality, only on malagasy sound systems (a Nokia flip phone turned up to max volume)

Tratrany Kristmasy daholo! 

Inona voavoa? Toana voavoa!