Except for our "dummy wallets," we kept all our passports, cash, and credit cards strapped around our waists under our clothes "just in case." I fretted over bringing my laptop, again, "just in case." We ate largely from gas stations (verdict: no different than American ones), grocery stores (ditto), and roadside fruit stands (ditto, except the fruit is different), and breathed in stomach-turning diesel fumes for hours at a time, because even though the country has protected more than 25% of its land as national parks and reserves, it has no ordinances on vehicular emissions.
Also, if one must eat of the local bounty, per authentic travel mandates, chicken and rice is the national dish of choice there. Yes, chicken. With rice.