Orange Blossom Trail Revisited

A few other images from my last trip down to OBT.  I went through my photos this week and thought about my time down there.  I realized that I felt confident in my place there (scared, but confident) until my friends and family started expressing their concern for my safety and well-being.  That's when I started to take my foot off of the throttle.  The same thing happened to me in Kosovo.

That's not their fault. It's our friends job to be checks. I think that if it was really that important to me, I would have not balked at the suggestion that wandering around in a dangerous neighborhood with two DSLRs hanging around my neck, was a bad idea. I wonder if I was looking for a way out. I also wonder what is happening with this guy.