An average rural South African township. Many people might live in each one of these shacks. The level of poverty found in these areas is offensive. 

Me in front of a dried baboon and other animal parts. These parts are used by a Sangoma, or witchdoctor, in making potions.  

My and my very close friends. Atang, Rich, Khotso, Tom, Weej, and of course, Sara Pugh. Together we are "Sara Pugh and the Manifestos". 

The computer room where I taught computers. These are two of the teachers I taught. Unfortunately the teacher in the background, Me Tseli, has died of AIDS. 

I was good friends with all three of these ladies. The principal, Me Nobala, is on the left. In the center is the best student at the school, Puseletso. On the right is Me Maphlompho, my good friend and counter part. 

A beautiful beach somewhere along the South Coast of South Africa. 

Me and many of the school girls and teachers of Saint Mary's School of Home Economics. 

Cape of Good Hope. 

A Basotho "herdboy" or molisana. Cattle are still valued highly in the rural areas and are often used to pay dowries for marriages. A young man must pay the father of the pride. 

One of my favorite waterfalls to swim under. This is located at Hogsback in South Africa. 

The road down from Rich's house. 

Me with a South African Zulu dressed in traditional Zulu warrior dress. 

School girls dressed in the traditional dress of a married woman. 

Me and Rich on another taxi ride. Taxis were our main and really only form of transportation other than walking for our two years in Africa.

A young girl in traditional Basotho dress or lack of it. 

Me and rich's host father. This picture was taken deep in the mountains of Mokhotlong, Lesotho. 

My friend Rich and one of his neighbors in front of the rondeval he lived in for two years. Rich lived with out running water or electricity or much of anything for that matter out in the middle of nowhere. 

A nice young school girl named Mabasotho or "mother of the basotho". She is standing in front of Aloe plants that grow quite well in Lesotho. 

Me in downtown Hlotse (the whole block of it) on a pretty busy day. 

My school girls at a festival. 

Me in front of a shack and a sign that says "Rural Development Center". I thought the juxtaposition of a shack and this sign were funny. 

Me with multicolored dread locks weaved in and wearing a Basotho blanket. The blanket is a traditional dress for the Basotho. 

My night watchman at my house in Hlotse, Lesotho. His name is Ntate Rasapate 

My neighbor Mampoteti with her house in the background. This is a government house, pretty nice housing for Lesotho. She shares it with 20 other people who also have ties or employment with the government. 

Holding up the mountains of Lesotho