As I was leaving down this very long and very steep multiple sets of stairs I passed by at least five of the restaurant people coming up with bags of provissions. This last guy was my waiter.
At the school they are doing a lot of construction and because we are on a walk street, guys are carrying bags of cement and sand, and all sorts of building supplies on their backs.
Even when my home-stay family was doing the paint job the workers were carrying all the supplies long distances up the mountain.
And still, there are old people who live here, so they must stay mighty darn strong!