Although practically there wasn't a real conversation, we somehow managed to understand each other.(I know 10 words in Hindi and he knew even less in English) The old Indian was curious to know where am I coming from and what made me visit his country. I showed him some photos on the back of my camera and he was soaking the new images as only a small kid and an old man could. At that moment I realized that despite of the cheaper transport some Indians rarely leave their home state. It's a strange and a bit sad feeling to know that you've been traveling more in their own country, than a lot of those people..
Jodhpur, India
Jodhpur, India
curiosity in blue
Amritsar, India
Amritsar, India
Hristo.
Balkan Mountains, Bulgaria
I interrupted this old Tetevenetz (common name when addressing the locals in the town), he stopped reading his newspaper and looked me with those eyes. "May I take you some photos?",I asked. And suddenly he got very nervous.
"But I don't have any money and I can't pay you.." ,was his answer when I asked where was the problem.
Teteven, Bulgaria
Nepalese girl.
Kathmandu, Nepal
Kathmandu, Nepal
One of the Nepalese kids from the lodge in Tengboche (3930m.). We were told that for most of those kids the tourists are their only connection with the world outside the village. Day 3 from the Three Passes Trek.
Himalayas, Nepal
Himalayas, Nepal
The man - a small Universe.
Amritsar, India
Amritsar, India
The cameleer's neighbor. In a small village (with population less than 10 people) somewhere in the desert lands between Jaisalmer and the Pakistan border. I wonder with how much delay the news that thrill the world today will reach these people .. maybe for good?
Jaisalmer, India
Jaisalmer, India
I'm strange and I know it.
Rishikesh, India
Rishikesh, India
Rishikesh, India
