The thread is then refined more, and dyed with natural dyes like banana leaves, coconut shells, chili and different barks or spices. Then it goes to the weavers who use complex looms to create beautiful patterns and silk products. The clip below is a weaver at her loom.
At the Artisans d’Angkor center, here is a clip of a workshop where silver was being hammered into various objects like bowls, jewelry boxes or elephant figurines.
My last night in Siem Reap was at Mommy’s Guesthouse, in a room for $5/night. Just after I arrived – by tuk tuk of course – a granddaddy of a thunderstorm began raising the dead overhead. I got proper soaked helping the staff push the rain out of the tarp ceiling- first time I felt cool in days. And the thunder sounded mythological. Or prehistoric. The rain sounded at first like normal rain, pattering and smeltering on the tin roof and tarp overhand (first clip below), but then it began to sound like semi machine guns (second clip below). The lightning was pink – how is that possible? The streets quickly filled with inches of water that cames down cold from the sky, and heated up with the warmth of the day. There was one lightning crack that I thought was going to blow my microphones. I was imagining all the temples I’ve seen. They must have look incredible, all the silent smiling ancient faces crying rainwater.