I really liked the Coblestone streets in Camasca. In this picture my mom is on the left and you can see where they have markets up ahead.
The people would come here to wash thier clothes. The town received water at 8 am; that is when it would fill with water. Once the water ran out for the day, that was that.
Not many people in the town own a vehicle. Our mission family borrowed this truck from their friend so they could take us on a trip to a nearby waterfall. We were crammed back there...and it is local custom to pick up other people along the road who need a ride. So along the way, random men would hop in the truck and then hop out when they needed.
There are also no gas stations...you buy gas in bottles and fill the tank that way (see second photo).
To get to Camasca you must catch a bus. These are not high tech Greyhounds, these are old school busses. And the drivers fly around blind corners on dirt roads on cliffs! I just closed my eyes.......
Locals have little shops and also every Saturday they gather to sell their goods in a market.
What to buy: Wooden crafts, hammocks
What to pay: Not much.