After eating a great meal, courtesy of the monks at Hwamsaa Temple, I led our merry band down through some fields, stream beds, and lakes to get home. Despite a few misgivings and some potential rumblings of mutiny from the crew about my benevolent leadership, much to every ones surprise I eventually got us all home, within eighteen minutes of when I said I would.
It really was a great hike, encompassing large parts of rural Korea. We headed through fields, orchards, forests, lakes, dry stream beds and full ones, it was really memorable, made more so by the fact that about half way through a nice soaking rain started to hit. (Thanks for coming with me Aubrey, Kirsty, Helen, and Paul.)
Pictures
1. This is how rice looks before it is planted. It is a really timeless process, planting the rice. If you see people doing it it looks just like it must have been done a thousand years ago. The first thing that has to happen is the rice paddy must be tilled, not a bad job, you can do it with a tractor. Next, it gets a little more involved and labour intensive. The farmer has to string miles of flexible pipe to bring in the water to flood it to a depth of about six inches. Finally the little rice shoots that you see in picture one are hand planted.
2. We saw a huge number of frogs on this hike, this is just one of many.
3. Spring flowers that have fallen into the stream.
1 comment:
Hey dude!
I think the rice gets planted with a tractor that has this funky attachment on the back. After 99%of it's planted then the hunch-back ah-jew-mahs go in and hand plant the rest.
I only saw the rice being planted once -- pretty interesting process though.
Mehtyew Sun-sing-neem
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