Emmanuelle Landais

About Me...

Bonjour! My name is Emmanuelle Landais, I’m 28 years old, French and work for a national English newspaper in Dubai, United Arab Emirates as an environmental journalist. I applied for the programme to get involved in something other than signing petitions or attending conferences on climate change and habitat degradation. I wanted my effort to be palpable, to me and the people I hope I influenced.
I actually didn’t expect to have such a meaningful experience as I did with the villagers I lived amongst for the two months I was in Tsilamaha. Initially I applied to do this programme because, like most young people today, I don’t think enough is being done to protect our environment. Nothing as hands on as living in the interior of southern Madagascar and seeing exactly how acres of forests are being put to good and bad use.

The Desert Spiny Forest

The programme is a great lesson in going back to basics. A forest grows – people cut the trees – people need to plant trees – the forest remains. Explaining how and why using the forest sustainably to the village of Tsilamaha, who are seemingly not a wasteful community, was indeed a challenge.

But interspersed with games, laughter and breathtaking walks through the Desert Spiny Forest I managed to integrate with the people of Tsilamaha in  my own way, and hopefully imprint on them the crazy notion that because the forest reaches as far as the horizon, it still needs to be looked after.

The Atandroy people are the toughest tribe of Madagascar by national reputation and living among them was hard-going. The chief Mahata’s hospitality meant that we occupied two of his huts and when the rains came we even moved in to his ‘spare room’.

I woke every morning to the noisy din of crying children, clucking hens and singing roosters, women beating rice before the sun pours over the hills and children running around endlessly, happy.

From the village I trekked with the chief about an hour and a half to the outskirts of the forest where he pointed out more trees than I’ll ever remember and their uses. Trees for building homes, others for coffins, trees with bulbous roots only to be eaten during the famine, tree sap used for glue, fibres for weaving mats and baskets.

The undergrowth is so dense at times it looks impenetrable but the chief always finds a way. He knows the forest like the back of his hand; he can find a beehive, a lemur or a small Malagasy hedgehog, the Tenrec, for dinner.

I’ll never forget the red earth and how it got everywhere, the spines on the ground that make it impossible to walk barefoot - although the kids play football without shoes. Watching meat dry on a line and then looking forward to eating it, pumping water by the river knowing I can’t take a dip, washing clothes while eight pairs if eyes watch the bubbles amused – finally dipping a finger in the bowl to smell the soap.

Since leaving the village I do wonder if the troupe of men that accompanied us to plant trees have carried on and whether the children still play with the Frisbee we left behind. Are the pictures they drew with me nailed in their hut?  

It isn’t implausible and maybe I’ll return to Tsilamaha. Hopefully when I do the Desert Spiny Forest will still be there.

© WWF / Emmanuelle Landais
© WWF / Emmanuelle Landais
© WWF / Emmanuelle Landais
Going on a walk across the valley with the chief
© WWF / Emmanuelle Landais