I have never been any place where so many people just don't know how to handle a white person. In general, trains are slow and expensive. They seem to be passed by people on bicycles. The bus is faster and cheaper. Highway 1 is paved and rough, but has no potholes.
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.