Isaan Gold, Sticky Rice, Flows Into A Sack |
During our recent trip to neighboring Cambodia, we encountered many fields with rice stalks bowing their heads under the bright sun. The fields were bright green but quickly turning golden as the rice matured and dried out as the time approached for harvesting.
We missed the start of the rice harvest in Cambodia by about one week. However during our visit from November 3rd to November 9th, we did have the opportunity to witness portions of the soybean harvest.
Upon our return to our home in Udonthani, sometimes also spelled "Udon Thani", we found ourselves in the midst of the rice harvest. On Wednesday November 12 we drove out to Tahsang Village for family business. One of Duang's many relatives had died earlier in the morning. The man played an important roll in the family funeral rituals and in many of the rituals at the local Wat. He died from the complications of diabetes at the age of 66. I am surprised at the number of people in Isaan suffering from diabetes. The people do not eat anywhere near either an American or European diet so the incidence can not be explained by diet unless somehow rice is a factor. It may be heredity or perhaps some type of bacteria or virus. It was not until fairly recently that science discovered that stomach ulcers were caused by a bacteria rather spicy food, or a nervous personality.
We sat in the main room of the man's home, the floor covered with woven mats (sahts) with the refrigerated coffin set up against a far wall of the room. Arrangements were in the process of being made for the following four days of the funeral ritual. A pavilion had been erected and some plastic chairs along with tables had been delivered to the home. Members of the family had gone into the local town, Kumphawapi, to arrange for cookware, vegetables, meats, fish, bottled water, soft drinks, beer, whiskey, plates, glasses, etc. to be used over the next few days.
We paid our respects and Duang settled into gambling with her relatives in the room containing the coffin. Gambling is not allowed in Thailand except for the National Lottery. In the past, exceptions were made for the three days of a funeral ritual - somehow it is considered good luck to gamble during the funeral ritual.. Typically the gambling was conducted outside of the home. At other times, "arrangements" could be made regarding gambling. Since the recent coupe, there has been a crackdown on many vices, including gambling. However old habits can be hard to break especially involving religion and if they are not openly flaunted. It seems that small gatherings for games of "High-Low" - a sort of roulette type betting using the outcome of three dice are tolerated if for a funeral and out of sight.
After a while I informed my wife that I was going to take-off with my camera and wander about the countryside in search of rice harvesting activities.
I headed out along narrow country roads, paved as well as unpaved, towards Tambon Nongwa. As I drove I saw some signs of rice harvesting - blue tarps covered with golden rice kernels laid out in yards, parking lots, Wat grounds and in some places alongside of the road. The rice is laid on the tarps to dry out prior to being bagged and stored. The stored grain is either saved for seed for next year's crop to be planted next June, brought to a miller to have the husk removed for feeding the family, or a small amount of the harvest is cooked with husk on make a sort of "pop-rice" used in specialty local dishes.
Occasionally I came upon small groups of people cutting rice in fields at a fairly far distance from the road, people gathering up stalks of rice cut a couple days earlier and bundling them into sheaves, or people gathering up rice sheaves throughout a field and relocating sheaves to a central location where a threshing machine would process the rice - separating the rice kernels from the stalk, dumping the kernels into 50 Kg sacks and ejecting the straw into a large mound.The threshing truck pulled forward ahead of me and took an immediate left down a narrow path that lead into the rice paddies. I followed him and parked my truck alongside of the paved road. After grabbing my camera bag and locking up the truck, I quickly caught up with the threshing truck - he had literally and figuratively ran into a problem.
The rice paddies of Isaan are dotted with various structures. The structures are typically raced platforms with a thatched roof. This is where the farmers and their hired hands eat their meals and take their breaks. In other fields the structures are larger and serve as homes to a family as they work the fields during the busy seasons of planting and harvesting. For some fields there are small storage sheds.
The threshing truck was unable to pass under the roof of one of these storage sheds. How did he know that he could not pass under the corrugated metal roof of the shed? He determined it the old fashioned way - he ran into it! The best solution was determined to be for him to back up and drive around it across the adjacent harvested field. This involved getting stuck once and frantic efforts to level the parched field - filling ruts and knocking down mounds. In short order, the shed was bypassed and the threshing truck set up next to the large mounds of rice sheaves placed on large fine meshed plastic nets. The threshing truck parked and workers placed more netting in vertical orientation to contain rice kernel dislodged in the threshing process and to keep out the straw that flies about during the threshing operation.
Threshing Rice In Tambon Nongwa |
Several workers were involved in feeding rice sheaves into the rice thresher - grabbing sheaves from the mound and tossing them up onto a shelve in front of the operator on the side of the machine. They were also responsible for offloading a nearby farm wagon that was filled with more sheaves of rice.
One man was off to the side of the main area of activity - he was in the area where filled bags of rice kernels were gathered. His responsibility was to secure the tops of the filled bags with thin flexible strips of bamboo.
Tying Off The Filled Bags Using Bamboo Strips |
Two people manned the tail end of the threshing machine. They were responsible for filling recycled fertilizer or sugar bags with the golden stream of rice kernels that were ejected out the end of the machine's screw auger.
Bags Being Filled With Golden Rice |
Feeding the Threshing Machine Sheaves of Rice |
Rice Bag Bursting - A Price For Using Recycled Bags |
Isaan Family Harvesting Their Rice Crop |
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