Our stilted house seemed to amplify sound and so we had quite a restless night of shouting villagers, cockerels and early-rising locals passing on the morning's news at full volume.
We took a walk from the village to the local town with Toke. Not much at all to see but we did duck into the shade of a covered market and came out with a parasol brolly and a new fruit knife in the shape of a fish that Matt accidentally aggressively bargained for.
To avoid the dullness of the town, we ventured down a few alleys and made our way back through the rice fields in the baking heat. I was really grateful for my umbrella but have no idea how people manage to work at those humid temperatures. It's very humbling.
We were in a different area to yesterday's rice-field walk but you could see how everyone was on a very similar schedule and that progress had been made since yesterday. More of the houses in the village had big piles in rice or were drying the husked grains on big tarps in the street.
We considered moving to somewhere cheaper but liked the atmosphere at the place and felt too lazy and cheeky to pack up and then come back for dinner so we spent evening chilling and chatting with Toke. We learned a new card game and found out that Denmark has more pigs than people before saying our final goodbyes and heading to bed.
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