In his own words...
Pwehl is offered
My ohrir (servant / helper) ritually hands me the sakau cup. I deign to take it from him. He cannot look directly at my maginificance -- probably because of the glare off my pasty skin.
I drink the first cup of the ceremony (kep en koanoat). Maryallen, to the right, is thrilled to help serve me on this special night.
In my beneficence, I allow my oarir to drink as well.
I get greased up with coconut oil. A young lady of about seventy gives me a lovely hibiscus flower and with tears in her eyes implores me "not to forget her"
In my speech before the crowd, I show them how small my pig is.