UZBEKISTAN (2013)

The flight from Islamabad to Tashkent was only two and a half hours but it felt like I was entering another world. The same rules from South Asia no longer applied here. I learnt my lesson the first day when trying to make photographs in the Tashkent metro. Security police led me into a tiny room and insisted that I delete the photos I had just made. The same thing happened twenty minutes later on my way back to the hotel. From then on it was only shared taxis for me. Fortunartely most of the people I encountered were incredably hospitable and friendly. I have never been invited to so many weddings in my life. There were times when I felt like I was back in Brookyn with aunts and uncles from the old country. It was uncanny how their manners and accent were so familiar.