On one walk I came to a village, high up in the mountains, that had only recently been connected to an electricity grid. Life was rough here, there were no roads to speak of, and dust was constantly up in the air. I think it may have been called Dostali. I should have stayed a bit longer, but the dust was blasting me. At one point an ox drawn cart with wooden wheels came around the corner. On only one other occassion did I see such an ancient means of transport (near the Black Sea behind Sinop).