Rice Patty farms were among the next of our excursions. This day gabs a true insight into what it takes to be a Vietnamese farm worker. First off, the amount of time and energy that goes into harvesting rice is just unexplainable. Rice is such a major exportation for Vietnam, it is no wonder their culture works so hard. People who work in the rice fields have little education and hope for a future. It was explained to us that unless families can provide the necessary funds (about $50 a month per child), the children have to work as well and create a vicious cycle for this work and lack of education.
Kim and I had a first hand experience doing this work. According to our itinerary, we were to leave around 2 to work. Because of the impossible heat, we were called upon our arrival at the Golden Sand Resort (still unclear how they knew to connect with us as we were checking in-- this happened numerous times on our trip), to see if we could come around 8, being picked up at 7:45 am from our hotel. We agreed. The morning that Viet, our amazingly well-spoken and outgoing tour guide, picked us up, we went to a neighboring hotel, where we met Jack, a New Yorker here on a month-long adventure through Asia. We were on our way to our 1/2 day Rice Patty adventure and so excited about what was to come! Kim, Jack, and I were all dropped off at our bicycles around 8:15 where we biked through small concrete streets surrounded by rice patty fields. This was the first moment Kim and I realized that the streets were narrow and motorbikes could do anything. I am shocked one of us didn't end up inside the muddy rice fields. This was also the moment that Kim and I realized they were MUDDY! Rice is grown on weeds in wet fields, curated by buffalos and humans to be sure they are harvested properly. We also found out in this moment we would be harvesting barefoot because the mud would be up to our knees, at least. This trips motto should be "expect the unexpected..."
The bike ride was long and hot to say the least. We got to see a man blow torching pig heads in the streets, endless workers harvesting rice around us, random marble headed gravestone epitaphs, and many tour groups connecting rice patties all around us. It was a sight to be seen. The tour group, Jack Tours, led us to a small house connected by rice patties where we dropped our bikes and were able to see a local daycare. As teachers, Kim and I were excited to get this opportunity to connect with children. First noticing, the children were behind bars. Secondly, the children had barely any toys in a one-room home with a cold, lamanent floor, where they slept on only a pillow. Thirdly, they were all so excited ay the visitors. Our tour guide shared with us how excited the kids got every time a tour group would come through. The kids loved holding our hands, blowing raspberries, and making silly faces. Amazing how laughter and love could be portrayed despite the language barrier.
We then were taken to the Rice Patty farm! This was a little pavilion across from the house connected to a field that was newly harvested for the rice. The first thing that the men and Viet brought over was the water buffalo. The water buffalo, costing $1000, is a sacred animal to the Vietnamese people because of it's importance to the rice industry. The water buffalo's job is so important to setting up the farm to make sure rice can be planted properly. We rode the buffalo (and stood on them), raked the mud, used a tool to get rid of the water from the muddy waters, and then were able to plant the seeds, harvest the rice and see how a tool separates the rice from the greens. So much goes into making sure rice is harvested and then we found out the broken rice (it was ALL broken!) goes to rice milk and rice paper-- not the actual rice we boil! We were shocked. We put the broken rice into a stone tool that turned it into rice milk and proceed to cook it into these pancakes that Kim and I pray we will remember to make.
They taught us out to make the pancakes out of the fresh made rice milk, egg, shrimp, sprouts, and I hope nothing else. We each made our own food and then we're brought into the house in order to enjoy it. The kids were taking a nap from the daycare so we got to enjoy watching a Vietnamese child take a nap at daycare. No cot. No blanket. Small pillow. Adorable. And so simple. We ate, enjoyed our time with Jack, and we were on our way back.
This day truly gave us insight into life as a farm worker in Vietnam. It was quite experiential. This is the hardest worked people We have seen. You just do. No complaints. Nothing.
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