Recently, on a sunny Sunday morning, we went on a field trip to a nearby Dai village. It is a nice little village, with the only access roads being a small bridge for (motor)bikes or driving through a small river. We arrived early, and while the fog lifted from the valley with the newly planted rice fields, we saw the village slowly come to life. Some people set off for a nearby town, while others were drying the coffee from the last sanitary harvest, the air filled with the sounds of a storage being built. And while in most regions the sanitary harvest is nearly finished, the coffee has started flowering and the first coffee cherries of the crop to come can be seen on the trees. This however does not mean we have finished our buying season. Last week we had what must have been the largest queue to date: a seemingly endless row along the road leading to the buying station.
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candida
30/3/2013 10:56:31 pm
Fine to share this with us. Happy easter!
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