We returned back to the pension with our tail between our legs and begged for a bed, which we were really fortunate to get. I think he knew we would because it was always booked and there was just enough beds for us all.
We had become good friends by now so that night we chatted about the tour where we had first met them.
“Did you notice that only ladies where working the fields in the hot sun?”
“Yeah and they all stoop becuase they work so hard and so much.”
“I wonder what the men do?”
“I think they drink the tea.”
“What tea?”
“The tea the ladies pick.”
“Who else would drink the tea the ladies make, because obviously the ladies are too busy picking the tea for the men to use it themselves.”
“What about the women chopping the wood?”
“Well who would chop the wood because the men are too busy drinking the tea.”
“Well why are they chopping the wood?’
“Because they need to chop it smaller. The men are too busy drinking the tea to cut the wood.”
“What happens when all the wood is chopped?”
“The men come and tell them to chop it smaller.”
“Why arent the men doing it?”
“Because the men are too busy drinking the tea and telling the ladies to chop it smaller.”
“Why dont they just chop it small in the first place?”
“Because then what would the men do when they werent drinking the tea?”
“Well they also play backgammon.”
“What?”
“Backgammon.... who would play the backgammon boards the ladies who wherent chopping the wood or picking the tea were making.”
“Makes sense I gues.”
The girls didnt see as much sense in it as we boys did.
“The rest of the women make the rugs which the men who are drinking the tea, playing the backgammon and telling the women to cut the wood in half are supposed to be selling.” I added.
Us boys all agreed thge economics in this country were flawless and we should all move here, especially when I pointed out the women made apple tea.