Sean’s POV
Warning- Malagasy language ahead.
The five of us got on a plane in South Africa and flew to Madagascar. It was a three-hour flight that I sat through while watching the cartoon movie Madagascar with Yaro in Akila’s lap right next to me. He was so entertained by the movie and so was Akila.
When we landed, Amari stopped us from leaving the airport right away and had us go into the clothing shop. He explained that we needed to try and blend in for the Tribe here. I heard Akila groan about it. I know how she felt about having to abide by a dress code.
“All of us need to wear what’s called a lamba. A lamba is something that all the locals wear,” Amari told us.
“Ok,” I said.
“We need to make sure not to wear denim while we are here also. It gets too hot and you will be uncom
