“They were in a fun mood and we enjoyed some banter while we bought them some drinks and Theng practised his flirting skills again, while I did them some instant polaroid photos for them to keep. One of them didn’t like her image though, and handed it back to me insisting that I do a better one.”
as we waved goodbye to her, and her grandchildren dressed in Western clothes, I came away hoping that in some small way, the photos I’d taken that day had helped more in the preservation of their precious culture than in contributing to its demise.
It’s not just the ploughing with horses that make you think you’ve stepped back in time, but the refreshing experience of being out in the fresh air, not a screen in sight, with a man who works the soil, relates to his animals, and still makes time to sit on his plough with a twinkle in his eye and tell a good old shaggy dog story.
Singing In The Lifeboats 