The rice fields, the trees and the hills. See, people? This is why I miss Assam.
There's water everywhere--ponds next to most houses outside of the cities, rivers, lakes, swamps... We saw views like this as we drove down to the town where my mother grew up and the village where she was born.
We saw nets strung out for fishing.
Since there are ponds, ergo, ducks. The Guy found this very interesting, since he grew up in dry Gujarat.
The lake near my uncle's house (that used to be my grandparents') in the village. We're walking down to it in procession: that's me at the end, with my mom, a cousin and an uncle ahead. The Guy brings up the rear with the camera.
And the lake.
On our way back, we passed swamps with water hyacinths blooming.
Take a closer look.
That bridge doesn't look too safe, especially with the man's burdens. My mother says that's the kind of bridge she had to go over to get to school.
Women looking for fish or edible plants or something.
One of them happily posed for us.