Linhe built bars, restaurants, coffee shop one after another, entertainment, quiet night, where intoxicating waft out of the music, people thoughts flying.
There was the wonder I felt when I saw a brace of mountain like, spotted, black-and-white horses clopping down a dusty road through clouds of powdered clay.
My interpreter, who is a doctor, and I were on a mission to photograph maternal health and mortality issues, only to find the entire story waiting for us along a dusty Afghan road.
In fact, they took it all the way along a dusty road in Uganda, to the Nakivale refugee camp. This camp is home to hundreds of refugees of the Rwandan civil war of 1994.