in this lush expanse, untouched by the modern world, we stumbled upon a field of rice, a treasure hidden like a secret awaiting pre-initiation into the unknown. our discussion veered towards the local ways, unlicensed by the laws of our lands, yet thriving with a wisdom of its own. no one here would give the cold shoulder to a stranger, especially not when it came to sharing their bounty or resuscitating traditions that the outside world has long forgotten.