They are called “New Urban Areas” in local parlance. Entire cities cropping up on the outskirts of the capital. Construction sites as far as the eye can see. Dusty lonely places with buildings like towering sentinels. I couldn’t imagine ever living out there. But then again, as the saying goes: if you build it, they will come.
Young workers from the outer provinces stay in makeshift homes or camped out in the hollows of the unfinished buildings. Some apartments and office blocks are complete and nice new SUVs cruise down the widened back roads and along the main highway that cuts through the district. Others are on hiatus. Even more have become workers’ quarters. Legal and illegal.
I’ve been thinking a lot about these New Urban Areas recently and finally had a chance to get down to one of them today. I was a bit rushed and these are just the initial few images, but I’m hoping to get back a few times in the following weeks. There’s a story lurking around here somewhere. I just need to make some friends and get some access and find it.