It’s dry, dusty and hot by day and cool at night. Chiang Mai hasn’t seen a drop of rain for 3 months and very little wind, just gentle breezes from time to time. Luckily we have ample water from the mountains to sustain us and our crops.
Despite numerous Government warnings about forest fires and pollution, burning is prevalent, air quality is poor but nothing compared to China’s mega-cities of Shanghai and Beijing. On the plus side the potatoes are being harvested and it looks like we have a bumper crop.
Our village alone seems to have produced more spuds than MacDonald’s, KFC and Lays combined can sell. The chip pans in the villages are sizzling and the local markets are filling up with monster bags of mouth-watering home-made chips.
What more could an ancient Brit weaned on Smith’s potato flavoured crisps with the salt separately wrapped in a little blue bag, ever want?
As soon as the potatoes are harvested and sent to market the fields will be ploughed and flooded in preparation for the next rice crop. And the cycle will start all over again.