Our visit to the paddy fields was an eye opener as to how many Malaysians still earned their living by and the hard work behind to get something so staple in our daily meals onto our tables.
We first crossed a lily pond that ringed the countless rice paddies to a structure that sheltered a few sacks of unpolished rice, where our guide to the kampung showed us this machine that could be used to sprinkle seeds onto the land to plant them and grow the rice. One of us was given the chance to try wearing the machine.
Afterwards, we trod on narrow dirt paths between the fields. Most, if not all, of us had our eyes firmly fixated on the clumps of mud we were stumbling on instead of admiring the picturesque sweep of green around us for fear that we might slip and fall into the turbid water of the fields (one of us did fall into the water, and scanning the murky water for a lost mud-caked shoe was hard but our awesome tour guide managed to fish it out).
Every now and then we would see several milk-white egrets, little relatively shabby tin huts dotting the fields (some of them had structures that I suspected were bird houses), as well as the occasional pong pong tree (the fruits are used to poison the rats, which made their homes in little holes in the tracks of mud lining the fields).
Finally, we left the paddyfields to our next destination, but not before taking a class photo on 1/11 day!
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