Today I swallowed a full tumbler (100ml) of warm medicated ghee and felt positively ill. I drank warm medicated herbal water to try and rinse away the taste, but it lingers on – and on. I decided I needed to take my mind off things and took my camera with me on my compulsory 1-hour march.
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I followed the valley, which is intensively irrigated by the local farmers and it was fascinating to see the different activities and landscapes.The path cuts across farmland that is not very high above the river and the land is both terraced and intensively irrigated.Some terraces are flooded as paddy fields; other areas are irrigated for other crops. Another area is divided by shallow dykes to create raised beds for growing certain types of vegetables, while other areas are soggy and muddy for growing varieties of squash.
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| Vegetable patches divided by deep dykes |
I watched the land-owning farmers sitting at the side ordering the workers as they dug the ditches, - but mainly just sitting and watching. In some places you got the feeling that the farmer himself was working the land with the help of a colleague – as in the yam farming – but plenty of times on the larger plots, I got the distinct impression that there were workers and there were land-owners –a familiar pattern around the world.
The seamstress called in the evening with wonderful pantaloons she has made for me to do yoga, and a huge wrap-around gown to relax in. She didn’t really understand what a dressing-gown looks like, so it goes almost twice round me. The total bill for the two garments was about £7, so I am not worried – and I know Fi will either discard it as being not my colour (or the wrong colour for wearing in the sitting room) or remake it into a proper dressing gown (with enough fabric left over to make boxer shorts – or something!)
Tomorrow I will explore the road that leads up the hill away from the river.
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