Without a doubt, the most memorable times in Bali were the few days we stayed at a guesthouse in a rice field. Endless walks through rice fields, watching locals come and go along the track that traverses the fields from top to bottom, seeing ducks being herded into freshly harvested paddys to gobble up insects and the remaining grains and to leave their fertilizer. Did I mention delicious roast duck for dinner? Tuning out an endless crowing of roosters. Most fascinating, though, was sitting on our veranda watching rice being harvested by hand as it has been for hundreds of years. Men and women from the local subuk working together.