Next stop the market, on the way they stopped the busses so we could get photos of the rice fields and a local village.  I believe most of the villagers work the rice fields.

Wash day and granny is tired.

Rice Terraces

John and a few of his new friends.

The next photo shows the young green shoots, and how they pack the mud around the paddy like a dam with openings on each terrace for the water to spill down.

Just starting another paddy.

Believe it or not most of the rice grown in Indonesia is exported to China.

This gives a better view of the dams and the little shoots just poking their heads above the water.  If you think about it – someone has to plant these tiny shoots row upon row, terrace upon terrace, field upon field!!!  Now that is back breaking work.

They had been in the hills gathering herbs and wood for their fires, no wagon, use your noggin.

This lady was smiling and walking down the highway to the next village I guess.

And some like to ride on the bus, literally!

These flowers were different, actually I think they are the fluffy seed of the plant???