Upon my first arrival in Mustang, Nepal, I took a deep breath of fresh air and I knew I was in another world. It is a place where the number of horses, goats and yaks equate the number of humans that I spot on a daily basis. On top of all the buildings are stacked full of firewood, streets spotted with animal dung, and kids running around like there is no one else in the world. Many might consider Mustang to be a place where time is forgotten, where change does not exist. On the contrary, people living in this part of the world have historically survived on trade with its neighbouring Tibet and Nepal. Villages here have been established for a very long time, but people come and go and things are constantly changing. I wanted to capture the beauty of nature that surrounds life in Mustang as well as the critical changes that are occurring within "remote" places, which directly affect the lives of the people there.
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