High in the mountains above Bangladesh and close to the Burmese border, is the Indian state of Nagaland. Our first stop was the village of Phusachodu, where we wandered around checking out people doing what they do.
Traditional dress is now reserved for special occasions (and tourists).
The harvest was over, and the cool weather kept everyone close to the fire. Many of the women were busy weaving or, like this older woman, processing raw cotton.
Some of the men were enjoying the fermented version of the proverbial fruits of their labours. The local rice beer is a watery rice dish that smells like beer, has a bubbly effervescence of soda, tastes a bit like alcohol, and has the runny watery rice texture of congee.