
After a day exploring by motorbike, my wife and I spent several hours in the small town of Kwaukme. As the sun slowly set, the men, women, and children returned from tending the rice fields. It was beautiful to watch them working as a family to care of their crops and water buffalo, and do bathe and do laundry in the nearby stream. We still struggle to understand why everyone assumes people from First World countries are happier. These people seemed genuinely happy and hard-working.