Confession of a Slash and Burn Rice Cultivator
As a five-year old kid, fifty years ago, I used to accompany my father to the hills a few hours away from our long house in Sarawak. He was going to clear a jungle patch by the side of a hill for him to plant his rice. It usually was an annual affair. Paddy planting was done once a year (it still is... Sign in to see full entry.