The Jungle camp in Calais is home to 6000 refugees from the Middle East and Africa. After spending several weeks and several thousand dollars more and more people are arriving at this make shift refugee camp daily. To describe the Jungle as a camp is misleading as this is unlike any ‘refugee camp’ I’ve visited before. It’s a stretch of open muddy ground that the arrivals have made home out of old tents, tarpaulin and hand me down sleeping bags. The lucky ones get a donated broken down caravans or a garden shed to live in, these are reserved for families with young children.

Since my previous visit last year the port is now surrounded by four meter high fencing and patrolled by hundreds of French CRS riot police. What remote chance these people had of getting across the channel last year has been reduced to zero. This is a situation that will just get worse as the winter arrives.

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Washing dring in the Kurdish part of the camp. many Kurds have come as families with young children.
Toothpaste and brushes lined up in the Sudanese part of the camp.
A young Kurdish family living in a donated caravan.
The camp is full of young men with nothing to do except wait around in the hope they might be able to get onto a truck tho the UK. For many it's a long wait, up to several months.
Waiting by the newly built fence.
Trying to make the best of whats around to create something resembling a home.
Queuing for food.
washing clothes amongst the growing levels of rubbish.
A young Kurdish boy in his families temporary home.
Many tents have to be made out of tarpaulin.
Waiting, sleeping.
Fixing a make shift tent up for the night.
Sitting around waiting for the lorries to arrive for the evening ferries to the UK.
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