Lesotho (pronounced "Le-sooto") is another country completely enveloped by S. Africa. It is the highest country in the world... or at least its low-point is the highest low-point of any in the world.
We spent today riding in a very very old Land Rover up the pass -- complete with 28 hairpin turns (yes, I counted on the way back down). Once there, we visited a local man just in love with tourists and tourism. He showed us his dung-floored, mud-walled hut and shared with us his last loaf of bread before trying to get some adolescent shepherd boys to dance for us. I think them being too embarrassed to participate was the most authentic part of the day.
After visiting with his photogenic family, we ate a bagged lunch under a rocky cliff near some precariously balanced goats sipping from the waterfall. More shepherds approached looking for cigarettes or fruit.
I have heard that the proliferation of tourism allows certain tribes to retain their cultures without having to assimilate. I've read this about the hill tribes in Thailand... but I haven't really made up my mind. Visiting people in "their natural habitat" like zoo creatures makes me feel a little weird.