I live in South Africa, in a tiny town near the Karoo. Near Lesotho.
When I was in Yorkshire I was on this farm, and the caravan I stayed in didn't have a toilet. So every morning, before the birds awoke, I would go out into the field and do what had to be done (pee). After milking I would wash under the outseide tap, and at lunch time go to the local pub (about 2 miles away) to have a half pint, and use the toilet. I would then do the evening milking, and head back to the pub just before closing for another half pint and the toilet. This went on for 3 months. On the first day that I went to the pub someone from the one side - you know how they have 2 parts to British pubs - asked the bar lady who I was. She was able to give them my whole life history, and tell them exactly what I was doing there, even though we'd never met.
At the end of the three months, when it was time to move on, I still had not had a proper conversation with a single soul from that area. In fact, the only conversation I had was with visitors from another part of the UK travelling through. Bear in mind I was 21 years old, and it REALLY was a small place. Only about 10 houses at that stage, plus farms all round. And also bear in mind, that while I was a well-educated young woman, to those people I was the hired help. Not something I had been used to until then. :-)
Needless to say, I had a great time. The experience was wonderful, and I got a lot of knitting done. I went to the closest town (Penistone) and offered to knit for them, so there are a couple of people around there wearing Aran cradigans that I knotted for about GP5. lol
Catherine