In the wet 6 months the paddies were green from growing rice plants and stank of garbage rotting. Despite the paddies being dry for months, small boys caught fish in the final months of the wet season.
The distinct and powerful aroma of Vietnam hit hard just after the door of my plane opened and I nearly vomited. In Saigon or the country the smell was present, and my nose never adapted to not notice it. Each paddy was lovingly stocked with human and animal waste that brewed in the heat and humidity to create this base smell. Farmers worked long hours barefoot in this goulash of bacteria and parasites, tending the growing crop. This cannot have aided in living a long and healthy life.