With the vibrant green all around us and the farmers permission to enter his field, we wandered into the water logged vastness. Our taxi driver had agreed to stop on the way back from the Chocolate Hills so that we could take a closer look at the farmers most prized lands.
At the time of year, the rice fields are completely water logged. The Buffalo is well known as the farmers best friend. They plough the tricky ground and happily wade through the deep fields. In return, the farmers treat them impeccably. They wallow in the streams and mud pools to cool off and are free to roam the fields grazing on the excess rice. Farmers in this part of the world are extremely humble. The land provides a purpose and serves the family. Their life is a simple one, but fulfilling. Any excess rice is taken to market and traded for vegetables and supplies that carry the family through winter and can be sold to pay for schooling for the children.
With the birds singing and the sun beaming down, I could quite happily imagine myself commanding the buffalo to plough the fields as my dress waves in the warm breeze. As lovely and tranquil as the lifestyle sounds though, I think I’d still want a G&T on the porch at the end of the day.