This temple of capitalism is not beautiful but it sure is impressive. Check out the gallery on the Photo page for more images.

This temple of capitalism is not beautiful but it sure is impressive. Check out the gallery on the Photo page for more images.
While in Cape Town to shoot a story about the street children, I took one of them to McDonald’s when a couple came in to order. I had to concentrate not to let my jaw drop. I usually don’t like taking pictures of cliches but could not resist taking their photo.
The social distance between rich and poor is stark in Kolkata, even for Indian standards. The wealthy enjoy a game of cricket amid the grand architecture of the colonial past while the poorest of the poor barely survive under bridges.
Most visitors to Varanasi only have one goal – the waters of the river Ganges. The idea is to worship and cleanse sins by bathing. Taking a sip of the water is supposed to be part of the ritual, although you would need a cast iron stomach not go get sick given the near-sewage quality of it.
We arrived in Ishkashim via Tajikistan. The moment we crossed the heavily secured border, we entered through a time tunnel into a different century. Fairly modern on the Tajik side, ancient and old fashioned 10 metres along. If it wasn’t for the AK-47 guns that everyone carries and the Toyota pickup trucks (and the knocked-out Russian tanks) you would not believe this is the 21st century. Certainly in the Wakhan it isn’t.
We made our way on foot to Sarhad which is a dead end surrounded by mountains on 3 sides. On our way we came across many people who welcomed us with open arms. Some of them had never seen a European. Being flabbergasted, they invited us for bread and yoghurt – it was all they had that day.
We got lice, fleas and God knows what else. In the end it didn’t matter because we got a glimpse of what a place looks like when time stands still.
Our road started at Dushanbe and we wanted to get to Ishkashim at the entrance of the Wakhan Corridor, which partly in Tajik and Afghani hands. The country is a strange mix of Pamir and Soviet culture – Russian is the main common language.
After Qal’ai Khumb the Pamir Highway follows the river Panj which marks the border with Afghanistan. As you drive on the Tajik side, you can see the donkey traffic from another age on the Afghani side. But although the Afghani side is very close, it is totally unreachable since the river Panj is such a formidable barrier.
Gold is valuable and beautiful in Tajikistan, like everywhere else, but I was surprised to learn that having all teeth covered in gold is considered beautiful. That and having no gap between the eyebrows.
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Syria has a bad reputation but in 2009 it was most hospitable and fascinating to explore. It felt very relaxed, 100% safe and quite conservative but accepting of foreigners.
Photos shown are from Damascus, Aleppo, An-Nabk, Mar Musa, Palmyra and Krak de Chevalier. The Ummayad Mosque in Damascus is still standing but the central mosque in Aleppo (man in foreground) is a ruin, and so is Palmyra unfortunately. I don’t think the columns and amphitheatre are still standing. I don’t know what happened to the mountain convent of Mar Musa but I hear it was also attacked by IS.
Portraits of members of the Arbore tribe in the Omo region of Ethiopia.
The Arbore are a distinct ethnic group who live between Arba Minch and the Omo river in Ethiopia.