Walking

You step out of your overnight bus and the sun is just coming up. The day beginning. The first thing you need to do is get this really heavy sack off your back by going to the hostel.

You could take a taxi. It would be quite fast.

And easier. After all, the bus stations are never in the centre of town. Never on the tourist maps you have in your travel books.

Regardless, you've taken to walking; you get to see a different city.

The homes are regular people homes, not the expensive ones near the pricey tourist areas. The businesses are for regular needs, not for people who want another sweater with alpacas on it.

There are people on their way to work. Or people who's day began hours ago, their jobs being to sell things to people on their way to work.

This is real life. Something that's hard to find in the carefully designated tourist zones.

And those people you see? Those are the people who happily provide directions into the centre of town when you ask.