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Cycling With Kids Around The Paddy Fields

Cycling with kids around the paddy fields is amusing. My sons (8 and 9 yo) love to bike. You know, they are young boys. And young boys love to make themselves sweaty and dirty. No matter what the risk is, what they care about is they are having lots of fun.

I love to bike, too. That's why on certain times when I know they are bored, I take them out for cycling. And thank God, where we live has the best place to cycle around: the paddy fields.

We usually start from home, bike slowly to North and then turn East. After some minutes we will see the vast paddy fields in front of us.



Not only rice, actually. There are also fields of sugar cane tree. Not far from our place there lies a sugar factory which was build in 1903 at times of Netherland's colonization.

The existence of this factory, and other four, can't be separated from the Colonial's policy called 'CulturStelsel'. Local farmers had to plant sugar cane tree which was sent from Central America.

Along with the factory, there came a railway system connecting farms and factories. It was a huge system, but, it is not shown that much today. One of them has collapsed and stopped operating last year.

Back to the cycling activity. What I love the most about biking with kids is that I can spend quality time with them. Biking, planning the route, enjoying the nature. Sometimes we cross the road and bike to other village. We also take pictures 😄



Other than doing physical activity, cycling is also good to strengthen our closeness. We also learn new things everytime we go out. We saw different phases of rice growing, we saw the harvest of sugar cane, we greeted the farmers, we saw some birds we never had seen before, we fixed our broken bike, and we also witnessed a fallen truck.

After we finished cycling, we rewarded ourselves with some treat. Simple ones. Just a bottle of water is enough. Lol.

What about you, guys? Do you love to bike around?

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