Morning: SILK WEAVERS
We drive to Khurai Kongpan, to the house I had scouted out a couple of weeks ago. The pretty girl wasn’t there but her sister was. I ask her to show us how she wove on the loin-loom.
The shaman’s performance comes to life. The girl does exactly as described in the Phisarol Dance, and the phanek in pink silk begins to grow.
Yoshiko and Les buy a silk phanek each. Les' in purple and black, Yoshiko’s a delicate sky blue. Of a quality, you could not find on the market.