The man in this photo subsequently demanded that I give him my camera (no thanks) and then tried to get rather a lot of money off me (still no thanks). He became borderline physical, grabbing and shoving. I didn't give him anything.

If you haven't been threatened at least once before breakfast then what the hell are you doing with your life?

But what is a shame is that a number of people had been very charming in showing me around the slum under the hoardings, asking me to take photos of goats, an altar (coloured cloth on a box), kids etc - and they supported me when I was threatened - which leads me to ask who am I to intrude into their lives and cause trouble before disappearing back into my comfortable air conditioned world?