Here is a picture of Lloyd in front of a rice paddy. He is actually standing on a little lip above the ground surface, so the plants are taller than they appear, probably 4.5- 5 feet high. There were not any flowers or heads that I could see.
The red peppers are ripe and are drying all over the place on little covered tables or in huts. We still can't find any local corn, even though there are cornfields everywhere, filled with what appears to be mature ears. We have even seen some brown, withered stalks, so clearly someone, somewhere, is getting some corn. Just not us. The commissary has some packaged corn from the USA, wrapped in styrofoam and plastic, that I refuse to buy. Tomorrow we are going to check out the Emart, because Lloyd is getting desperate: "Corn, corn, my kingdom for some corn!" Too bad his kingdom consists of some moldy luggage and a bunch of pee-soaked cheerios, or maybe someone would pony up.