The road to Tay Ninh can be seen in the center of this image, as can dikes that formed each rice paddy. The dikes ran into our perimeter so we must have taken land that some family would use for food production. There were no grocery stores around and money was almost unknown. We were told that families were paid for our using their land; I doubt it ever made it to the farmers’ hands if we did pay.
During the wet season small boys fished these fields and carried home the catch in woven baskets mounted behind their bicycle seats. How fish could make it to eating size when the paddies were dry for 6 months I could not imagine. Each plot was farmed by one family and was usually less than an acre. During working hours the country was crowded, unlike farms around my home Russell, Kansas. Rush hour in the morning and evening consisted of people and water buffalo walking and a few motorbikes or Lambrettas (a very small bus).