Travel is traditional third world which means no rules. They love their horn but don't blow it at the ox carts. Riding the bus on the way down we came to the end of the road to wait for the ferry. They fired up a stove on the bus. One of the chickens didn't make it across.
Housing is poured cement, two story French looking things, with the bottom floor being the shop.
They are long and narrow with very few having windows on the side. Everyone sells something. Every house is a shop selling mostly the same assortment of cokes, cigarettes, beer, and candy. TVs are widespread and from watching the news there does not appear to be the traditional government issue. The small towns have loudspeakers everywhere and they drone on for most of the day and night.