Silun

All the musicians were away with their animals. It seemed that one village would have to be overlooked.

Then, over yak butter tea it became apparent that some shepherds were in the hills above the village, and that they would know some songs.

After an hour's uphill trek to the South, a man started down the sheep-spotted hill ahead of us, spinning yak hair into wool all the way.

Another shepherd appeared on the horizon and slowly made his way over to meet the first. Our artists had been found and the session took place, right there on the hillside.