I stood at a road intersection for 30 minutes, waiting for a ride. Then I saw some girls walking in the opposite direction, so I greeted them. They agreed to help me out and guess what, within minutes a pickup truck stopped and the young driver agreed to drive me to India, confessing later that the only reason he agreed to take me was to please the girls.
Thimphu’s memorial chorten, built in 1974 to honour the 3rd King of Bhutan, Jigme Dorji Wangchuck, is a prominent landmark in the city with its golden spires and bells. The best time to visit here is in the morning when devotees arrive to offer respects and pray.
Little shrines called stupas or chortens dot the rural landscape of Bhutan. This one is in a village called Sopsokha on the way to the Chimi Lhakhang monastery
I wake up early in the morning and go out to see this little town of Khurutang, near Punakha. The sky is cloudy and the wind is gentle. A ray of sun occasionally pierces through the blanket of fog, suddenly lighting up the golden spire on top of a building. It looks mysterious, almost like a Hitchcock movie plot, so I walk in that direction.
The national dish of Bhutan is Ema Datshi – Chillies and cheese. The Bhutanese take immense pride in their cuisine and eat food that’s quite spicy (even for my Indian palate)! ‘Photo Friday‘: Pictures from faraway lands.