It took almost nine hours to drive here from Makassar, the capital, but the journey was a beautiful one, for the most part.
Once we entered Tana Toraja, we stopped and watched a community plant rice. It seems like quite the process: prepare the muddy soil (burn off the stalks from the previous harvest, then plow the soil and finally, tread through the mud barefoot), separate the bunch of seedlings, and painstakingly plant them.
It's a community project, and seems to be done with much joy!
|The green on the left is rice that has already been planted|
|These tufts of green are seedlings that had been grown for the past month|
|A Toraja lady. It's hard to imagine that she can look so happy after an entire day of back-breaking labor!|