It was 5:30 a.m. on a Wednesday when I found myself half-awake on a motorbike, weaving through Bangkok traffic toward the airport. I held on tightly, trying not to fall asleep while balancing my backpack. After a quick nap on the plane, I landed in the beautiful north of Thailand for what would become one of the most memorable experiences of my internship at Jasberry.
Our first stop was at theField Department Office where we met the local field managers. They stay in close contact with Jasberry farmers throughout the year and ensure a strong relationship between the company and the farming communities.
In the middle of our meeting, a local farmer knocked on the door. He asked how he could collaborate with Jasberry and grow our rice. This moment stayed with me. It was not just a farmer looking for work. It was someone who actively wanted to be part of what we do. As an intern still new to the company, I felt proud. Our mission clearly reached people in a meaningful way.
A Sudden Rainstorm and an Unexpected Toast
We later visited one of the farms currently growing Jasberry rice. Shortly after arriving, the sky turned grey and heavy rain poured down. Our entire group, including the farmers,gathered under a small hut for shelter.
One of the farmers opened a bottle of homemade rice alcohol and began pouring shots for everyone. My first work trip suddenly turned into a spontaneous celebration. I will admit that I had little choice but to join the cheers, although I quickly realized I was actually enjoying the moment. Even without speaking the same language, we laughed together, blamed ourselves for bringing the rain, and created a bond that felt natural and sincere.
Day Two: Saleng Motorbikes, Green Fields and Great Hospitality
The next morning, we drove to another region where we were welcomed with smiles, fresh air and a house surrounded by rice fields. Several kittens and dogs greeted us too, which immediately improved my morning mood.
Soon after, we were riding through lush fields on saleng motorbikes equipped with side attachments that normally transport tools and produce. This time they transported us. It felt more like a countryside adventure than work. Our task was to capture photos and videos of the farm and the surrounding biodiversity. When work involves sunshine, fresh wind and impressive scenery, it does not feel like work at all.
At one point we had to cross a small river using a shaky wooden plank. I tried to stay balanced while also convincing myself that falling into the water would at least make a good story. The farmers proudly showed us every part of their land. Their confidence and joy were contagious.
Lunch was cooked by one of the farmers and it was among the best meals I have ever had. After eating, we filmed short interviews to capture their stories and insights. They answered with warmth and humor which made the process enjoyable and authentic.
A Final Farewell
Before heading back, we visited one more farmer who lives alone in a peaceful house surrounded by fields full of life. His land was full of biodiversity. We saw frogs, fireflies, crabs and even a snake. Nature clearly trusted him as much as we did. When it started to rain again, we ran back to his home, and he asked us to write a message in his guest book. I gladly added my note.
Even though I had only just met all these people, I already felt attached. Their calm presence and genuine hospitality made me feel welcome from the very beginning.
What I Learned
I returned with muddy shoes, a deeper understanding of Jasberry’s mission and a renewed appreciation for the people behind every grain of rice. These farmers are not just suppliers. They are partners with passion, resilience and pride in their work.
As an intern, I expected spreadsheets and virtual meetings. Instead, I found motorbike rides through fields, shared laughter during thunderstorms and handwritten guestbook memories.
I am grateful for the opportunity to experience this journey firsthand. Now I believe in our mission even more strongly, because I have met the people who live it every day.
