I live in countryside Japan, in Japanese – the inaka. The scintillating cityscapes, neon glow and electronic toilets you may imagine are flipped on their head – glinting skyscrapers exchanged with meandering rice paddies; the neon glow with twinkling stars; the electronic toilets with… normal toilets.
Rice planting season is a big deal in the inaka. Rice fields crop up everywhere you can imagine – behind the local supermarket, at the local schools… around most corners.
Some friends of ours offered us the chance to join in, allowing us to hand plant some rice at their local farm. The next few posts document the experience – this one just concentrates on the view.