One Friday afternoon in Paris, I got a phone call from my father: an old neighbor was looking for someone who had a spare week and who could be at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in a few hours.

A hotel on a island off of Madagascar had suffered a black-out after the recent Ivan storm. Their generator needed repair and it wasn't possible without a replacement piece that could only be found in France.

All I had to do was fly over and bring the new steel sleeves; everything was taken care of and all expenses would be covered. I accepted, provided that I wouldn't be smuggling any drugs or weapons.

As soon as I arrived, my work was done. I handed over the two yellow suitcases to a very welcoming hotel owner who was busy providing the expected bribes to the custom officers.

I spent the next week on a motorcycle exploring the small island of Nosy Be.

These are photos I brought back.