I did roughly the same route twice, once by myself and once with a friend, and they were not the same trip at all. What actually changes when there is a second person, in places where nothing is arranged in advance.
I kept walking for about forty minutes past the point where I knew I should stop, and the only reason it ended well is that it ended well. The rules I use now for deciding when to give up on a day.
The cash machine was a metal box with a padlock on it and had been out of service long enough that people had stopped mentioning it. What I learned about carrying money and staying contactable when the infrastructure thins out.
I had a picture in my head of what a place with no information about it would be like, and the real version kept failing to match it. What changed when I finally wrote the picture down and looked at it.
I ate crackers for dinner two nights running before I understood that the food was there and I was looking for it in the wrong shape. What eating actually involves when a town has no menus and no opening hours.
The booking sites showed nothing for the place I was going, and I decided that meant I would figure it out on arrival. Here is what actually happens when you get off the bus with no room and no plan.