Monday, January 16, 2006

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. Posted by Picasa

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

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

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. Posted by Picasa

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. Posted by Picasa

A beautiful beach somewhere along the South Coast of South Africa. Posted by Picasa

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

Cape of Good Hope. Posted by Picasa

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. Posted by Picasa

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

The road down from Rich's house. Posted by Picasa

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

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

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.Posted by Picasa

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

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

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. Posted by Picasa

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. Posted by Picasa

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

My school girls at a festival. Posted by Picasa

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. Posted by Picasa

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

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

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. Posted by Picasa

Holding up the mountains of Lesotho Posted by Picasa