The Last Few days.

Okay, so I've only been able to film a few days at the farm due to the lack of electricity to charge my gopro. Additionally, I've had seldom times to go down away from the farm because the workers there had to look out for me for any dangers that lurked, as well as do their job, so some activities I had to do was not filmed. Difficulties had risen as well due to some activities such as cooking at night by fire meant that footage was too dark and dim to even watch, and most activities like hunting would occur during night time when animals were asleep or resting. Nevertheless, I filmed a scene when 3 children were playing with spiders, because they did not have any toys to play with.

However I've acquired what seems to be adequate footage to see what it's like to live in a farm.

My next plan is too interview the employees of those in the farm and ask them about their hardships throughout their lives before being under the care of my uncle.

So I'm midway through my holiday and I have experienced what life would be like if I were a farmer's son. Firstly the term "farmer" comes under the umbrella term for "server", and it seems that all those that would be working in the farm, would be working to serve in the owners household. Fortunately, the owners are my dad and uncles. Secondly, the workers who would not stay in the farm, but stay in the household would have to do much work, which I've experienced first hand.

Everyday for the past two weeks, I would climb the forest and look for wild game such as the white-eared brown dove or also known as the "alimukon" to the workers. Or monitor lizards and wild chicken having learned how to make traps especially for them. Lastly, my uncle sends us to look for wild orchids which grow only on trees six meters and up. We would climb different peaks and summits of the forest and usually the ascent would take two-to-three hours and the descent, depending on the gradient, can range from one-to-three hours too.


Additionally, upon my arrival to the "House of Rustling Leaves" (the house of my uncle, he named it that because of its sheer size and magnitude surrounded by the forest reserve we would climb),  and already I learned how to slaughter a goat and a chicken; it was interesting.