Welcome to this addendum to the J.e.t.Pages, a small collection of photos that survived my overland trip through Afganistan in 1972 on public transportation. A king ruled, underdevelopment was acute, and Afghanistan was a place like no other at the time. Crossing the border from Iran seemed like entering another century, providing another outlook on the world entirely. The sights and sounds and people were sweet to the eyes of a 19 year old confronted with a place more removed from his cultural experience than he could have imagined. I am forever grateful to the many kind people I met and the lessons learned in that now tragic country, struggling to overcome the devastation of the Soviet Invasion and years of civil strife.

The view from my first hotel in Kabul, in the most developed area of the city at the time.[jpg-137.2k]

Another shot from the hotel, showing the "custom" bodies built on old truck chassis. The hotel was one of the few undamaged structures in an earthquake that struck a few days after this photo was taken. [jpg-136.5k]

A very typical street scene in the market. Most all women wore Chadoris that covered them head to feet, although it was not the law as it is now under Taliban rule.[jpg-157.2k]

A dried up river bed in the heart of Kabul, a man can be seen relieving himself in discrete fashion, crouching on the riverbed without exposing himself.[jpg-162.6k]

A group of men after afternoon prayers. [jpg-137.2k]

A beautiful mosque in the northern town of Mazari-Sharif.[jpg-157.2k]

Map of Afganistan. [jpg-84.5k]

Maps and more images will be added as I dig deeper into my photo archives, documenting my overland journey from Luxembourg to Singapore.