Rolled out of town this morning under mostly cloudy skies but the scenery was beautiful.
Yesterday we saw rubber trees on the hill behind the minority house where we stopped to visit. Incidentally, that family was Tai not Hmong as I wrote. TheTai build their houses on stilts and their married women wear their long hair in a bun atop their heads. The older women used to pile it higher and higher as it grew longer but since thegovernment decreed that all drivers and riders on motorbikes must wear helmets they've had to keep the buns shorter so their helmets fit, kind of. I have seen some women whose helmets don't even cover their ears.
But, I digress. The government plants the rubber trees and assigns each family a plot off three square kilometers to watch over. If the trees are not cut down after one year the family receives a payment of food or money. After three years more pay and so on, until the seventh year when the family helps cut the bark and collect the latex for rubber.
Nor long after we left town we saw another rubber plantation. This one fairly large for around here although there are much larger ones in thecentral highlands
On up into the mountains again we stopped at a roadside stand to rest. Overt the back railing we saw coffee bushes and other crops.
Another shot about 90° to my leggy shows how they plant corn on many of the hillsides too steep for rice. Like this one some of those plantings are on 45° or steeper slopes.
There are a thousand shades of green and a dozen or more of ochre. Nite to mention all the other colors that make up these postcard scenes.
Yesterday we saw rubber trees on the hill behind the minority house where we stopped to visit. Incidentally, that family was Tai not Hmong as I wrote. TheTai build their houses on stilts and their married women wear their long hair in a bun atop their heads. The older women used to pile it higher and higher as it grew longer but since thegovernment decreed that all drivers and riders on motorbikes must wear helmets they've had to keep the buns shorter so their helmets fit, kind of. I have seen some women whose helmets don't even cover their ears.
But, I digress. The government plants the rubber trees and assigns each family a plot off three square kilometers to watch over. If the trees are not cut down after one year the family receives a payment of food or money. After three years more pay and so on, until the seventh year when the family helps cut the bark and collect the latex for rubber.
Nor long after we left town we saw another rubber plantation. This one fairly large for around here although there are much larger ones in thecentral highlands
On up into the mountains again we stopped at a roadside stand to rest. Overt the back railing we saw coffee bushes and other crops.
Another shot about 90° to my leggy shows how they plant corn on many of the hillsides too steep for rice. Like this one some of those plantings are on 45° or steeper slopes.
There are a thousand shades of green and a dozen or more of ochre. Nite to mention all the other colors that make up these postcard scenes.
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