Jalalabad Day 2

After a night of rickshaws keeping us in and out of slumber we awoke to a new obstacle in our path. Certain people had expressed concern about the students travelling to districts in the Nangarhar province. After our experiences yesterday with the Jalalabad locals, it was a valid point. Our 'travelling circus' might face more security risks in the povincial villages.

One suggestion was for the women to wear burqas. After some fooling around in the hotel room I took one of the students out into the city to test it out.




The burqa worked a charm in diguising the female photographer, but it also made the task of taking photographs more tricky. Back at the hotel we opted for plan B, which was to head to a more secure district. Out in the brick factories we found a wealth of subject matter. The students interacted with their subjects, explaining to them why there were photographers all over their workplace and one student even had a ride on a horse.






Next we conviced our driver to take us off road and up into the hinterland. Here we found a 5000 year old Hindu village and many curious, yet hospitable locals.






On top of a hill I gave the students a quick lesson in sports photography. Using fast shutter speed they had to try to catch the drying out dung in mid flight and be back in town in time for midday prayer.




Our second night consisted of a fish and chips meal (yes you get them in Jalalabad) and more critiquing of images in to the wee hours of the morning.