I visted my father here. Its not a city, just a village.

One of the most amazing trips I’ve had as a photographer. One of the more sincere places I’ve visited. People were amazing. One of my favorites was the fellow who wondered around, known as “the drunk” – he didn’t speak English, but when I held up my camera he immidiatly started striking poses. Loved it.

For tourists, there’s developments going in as we speak – which will likely destroy the whole of the character. Get there while you can.