At the NFA warehouse in Davao City, image courtesy of Jim Tan Nuevo

There's something more than a little ironic about sitting down to write about food prices, conflict and poverty when the cup of coffee I just bought would buy 4 kilos of NFA rice.

(Well, 3 now that they've just hiked up the price again)

It's a contradiction I really have no answer to, other than to remind myself of how happy people are when someone cares enough about their lives to show up with a camera and a recorder.