The two very common modes of transportation - ox cart in the village, and horse drawn cart in the hilly towns.
There are many ox in the field and on the village road. There were many times I saw an adult whose job seemed to be just to take care of one ox. Either the ox is highly priced or there is really nothing else to do. But I imagine if I was born in a Manado village, that would also be the extend of my productivity.
In the Manado city proper, there is no horse drawn carts. But in the nearby town, such as Tomahon where I took the second picture from inside our car, horse power is necessary because the underpowered small street tricycles cannot handle the hilly streets.
In the first picture, you can see the typical local dogs. There are small, and not afraid of motor vehicles. The road is their sun bathing ground. And the locals eat them too. RW (pronounced like AiirrWei) is the name to ask in a restaurant. Once I saw a man on the road side using a huge fire breathing torch on a dead dog to get rid of the hairs. The group of dogs in this picture was owned (or managed) by a woman walking behind the ox cart. I have to think that they are not sentimental about eating the dogs, since they are raised as utilities and for the meat.