Sometimes when you travel to the country or a rural area you feel like you've gone back in time. Technology and mod-cons evaporate as you pass into the sparsly spaced places in-between. Stepping off the highway, here were dirt roads, decayed buildings, and the mistrustful glances from locals. I asked where we were. The only person who could speak english replied couldn't really say but just "on the way to somewhere else".
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