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On that Wakhan trip, I did a few interviews with the men and women I met, my heroes who go on foot. I will sprinkle a few here and there on my feed, between photos.
I liked to breach on the subject of “fear”, because I find it so revealing of a society/community. I aksed Bibi Gul what she was afraid of… we had a good laugh. She is a wakhi woman spending her summers at high altutude pastures. Wakhan corridor, Afghanistan. What are you afraid of?
24/01/2026
Making our way deeper into the Wakhan corridor, we get stuck in the sand as night fall, we have a little Corolla, it’s ridiculously low, we always get stuck here, infamous spot - a guy with a motorcycle mask come to help, he is the brother of our driver in Kabul, Wakhi man. There is barely any light except for the break light of the car, camera struggle. And on the next day, red cloth hanging in wheat field, always a sucker for red cloth.
Day 7, part 1. I am a language fanatic… so a “Zakht Kal” yak in Wakhi means a “yellow bald” yak - bald because it is hornless. These kind of yaks are considered proper “palawan”, strong as wrestlers. They are like tractors, can go up and down super steep crumbly rock trails carrying over 100Kg on their backs. And you shall witness some encounters with Brown beers frozen in time and a rare high altitude poodle flying to magic carpet valley. Enjoy! Matthieu
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