Across the street, my friend Susan and I ate at a restaurant that overlooked the rice terraces. As you can see in the background, villagers were burning their trash or fields or both. While in Bali, I could smell something burning a lot of the time. When it was coconut shells, it usually meant I was going to enjoy a delicious fresh fish for dinner. :)
By the way, the rice in Bali is absolutely delicious. While I ate here, I sampled the brown rice, but traditionally, I ate white rice. The rice usually came on the plate in a very decorative manner, sometimes conical, sometimes circular. Most of my food shots from the trip were with my phone, so I'll have to see about developing some of those for here.
They are very beautiful and this is a terrific picture of them following the contours of the land! It sounds like a lot of work by a lot of people though to make it successful And the people who work the hardest seem to gain the least!
