Chapter Eleven

The ride to the rest of the journey, was so silent. Alex was just busy observing the fascinating places they passed.

The buildings and places he admired as they traveled changed as they continued their journey. He took pictures of the buildings and places he admired with his phone.

"Why is there still a mud house in this century?" He wondered, as they drove past a house built with mud with a thatched roof.

He saw similar buildings like that, and some worse ones compared to them as they drove-by.

He wondered, if his story would be like that of one of his schoolmates who went to spend a Christmas holiday in his village.

According to the boy, it was the first time he visited his family members, along with his immediate family, in their village. He said that they planned to spend over a week for the Christmas and New Year holidays in their village, but only spent three days due to the barbaric ways of living in the village. He said that the only source of water in the village, was a strea