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Articles in Sumatra Part 02

Evy’s Rice Paddies – Part Five

August 22, 2016 – 9:43 am
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Evy and her worker set up a water pump to irrigate her rice fields. There had been little rain, and the fields were getting dry.

Evy’s Rice Paddies – Part Four

August 22, 2016 – 9:40 am
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I see rice seedlings being replanted, and I confess how difficult I find any kind of farmwork or gardening.

Evy’s Rice Paddies – Part Three

August 22, 2016 – 9:38 am
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We arrive at Evy’s hectare of rice and go to the picturesque storage shed to get her water pump equipment. There, we meet a woman busy replanting 5-day-old rice seedlings.

Evy’s Rice Paddies – Part Two

August 22, 2016 – 9:32 am
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We meet up with Evy’s worker and talk about the work ahead. Then we complete the final kilometer or two on Evy’s motorcycle to get to the land that she owns.

Evy’s Rice Paddies – Part One

August 22, 2016 – 9:28 am
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My friend Evy took me on the back of her motorcycle from my hotel in Kisaran to her rice fields 25 kilometers away (sort of on the way to Tanjung Tiram). This is the first video clip of the day. I intend to compile all the clips into a longer full video. This is just a taste of what the day was like.

100 More Seconds in the Children’s Park

August 21, 2016 – 9:17 am
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Checking out some of the rides for children at the park in Kisaran. The park, like most carnivals, is designed for the night with lots of bright lights. I visited during the hottest part of the day, so it wasn’t looking its best. But I still enjoyed my brief visit.

Where Is the Children’s Park?

August 21, 2016 – 9:14 am
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100 seconds of wandering through the streets and markets of Kisaran as I search for a children’s park that I’d spotted earlier. Oh, and I enjoyed a frosty mango shake.

“I Don’t Speak Indonesian.”

August 21, 2016 – 9:12 am
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100 more seconds wandering through the market in Kisaran. We’ve got fresh produce, dried fish, music, selfies, and someone calling me “father.”