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Botswana Outdoor Seating

My host family's yard was spiffied-up for my host-sister's summer wedding. My host father was the kgosana, or headman, of our village. His eldest daughter's wedding was a celebration that spared no expense or nicety. Family and friends from both near and afar joined in a massive feast and dance that lasted 3 days, including the preparations that led up to the actual ceremony and post-ceremony party. This is the seating area, constructed just for the occasion; a blend of mud-earth and ...
Cooking for the Wedding Feast

My host family's yard was spiffied-up for my host sister's summer wedding. This photo shows the cooking area -- an entire cow is in these pots! My host father was the kgosana, or headman, of our village. His eldest daughter's wedding was a celebration that spared no expense or nicety. Family and friends from both near and afar joined in a massive feast and dance that lasted several days, including the preparations that led up to the actual ceremony and post-ceremony party. Traditional fo...
Famadihana

Honoring their ancestors by dancing with them at the Turning of the Bones festival near Ambatondrazaka, Madagascar.
The Road Home

Some ladies strolling down a beautiful tree lined road with their market goods on their heads.
Dune 7

In this photo, atop Dune 7 in the Namib Desert, which is one of the world's tallest sandunes, a few volunteers proudly wave the American flag in what is reminescient to the infamous photo from Iwa Jima.
Obama Sighting

Obama merchandise is a hot item in Mozambique!
Gone Fishing

A lonely fisherman is out hoping for a big catch on the lagoon.
Market Dancing

Some girls from my youth empowerment group performing in our local market.
Golden Sunset

Taken from the health post just at sunset over the mountains at my site.
Goodbye Niger

It was too green. The cows were too fat, the children too clean, the roads too well-paved. I turned to Mariah, my bus buddy on for the two hours from the airport in Casablanca to Rabat, the capital of Morocco. “Are we really still in Africa?” “I’m not really sure of anything anymore,” she wearily responded. It had been four sleepless days since Peace Corps had announced that we were leaving Niger. Ten anxious days since terrorists with ties to Al Qaeda had kidnapped two French nationals ...

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