One afternoon of my four-day visit to my Grandma Simpleng's house was spent at
Auntie Gina's farm. We all went there in a tricycle. We alighted on this spot. Here
we are, about to cross an irrigation ditch (one which supplies water to ricefields in the
area), the first obstacle in the course to the farm.
The bamboo bridge was not strongly built and obviously was not made for the use of
firsttimers like us. I was wearing boots which made it more difficult for me to balance
my feet as it was also my first time to wear one. That piece of bamboo wood which we
were holding for support was swaying. I was afraid we would all
fall into the mud and water if something went wrong.
It was Auntie Malu's and Choice's turn, assisted by Mario, the farm keeper. Auntie
Malu was wearing slippers. Sorry, no boots left for her. Before that afternoon's daring
was ended, she gained quite a number of scratches on her feet and legs from grasses
and thorns along the way.
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