Most of you have seen this picture of me before in a traditional mulufah. I used it for my Christmas card a couple years ago.
Mauritanian mothers had a little more street cred when they insist that you clean your room.
Camels and sand and camels and sand and camels and sand and about half the total number of trees in the country.
Me on a cliff in front a town that is (was) actually home to a Peace Corps volunteer. It was in the holy mother-loving middle of no where. And there was no beer.
Same town, still sad.
Lamb. A popular dish at many upscale Mauritanian restaurants.