90* At an intersection, a waypost indicating mileage to distant cities. The post is loose in the ground, and due to passing children invariably points in the wrong directions.
91* 200 yards from the road, in the middle of a field, a *giant* cross/sun sigil/ironwork ankh/other religious symbol.
92* A road running along the foothills of a mountain chain: the smell of smoke hangs in the air and ahead the hillside is clearly blackened by recently/currently active fires.
93* Two perfectly ordinary cities are connected by a well-maintained road. However, both sides of this road are saturated with sparsely occupied, recently-built, and sadly similar small houses.
94* A cranberry bog: farmers with rakes harvest the berries and fill small rafts dragged by water buffalo.
95* Though the ocean view is lovely to behold, it is low tide and a hundred yards of mudflats are exposed: the pungent stench of decomposing vegetation and rotting fish nauseates the unfamiliar traveler. Go to Comment
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.