once you get out of the big city, most of the houses are made of nothing more than sticks and mud. Literally.

When it rained sometimes half their house would wash away. Then they would just go get more sticks and more mud and build it back up again.

I saw people bathing their children in the same swampy pit that pigs were shitting in

But the eyes of the starving children is something you will never forget. Ever.