beautiful photos that evoke memories. I can still see myself walking on such a narrow path, but with a stick, luckily. What was it hot. And Fred planted rice plants and ploughed them behind an ox. (If I say that correctly)
So nice there! On the way back from a temple on the lake, we stopped to see the rice fields from above. We were still hesitant about going there but our daughter was a little sick in our hotel room so we didn't want to leave her alone for too long. A bit of a shame afterwards but no regrets. I'm enjoying your photos now 😊