|Bhutan: Attempts with the point and shoot camera|
|Bhutan: Us and ‘My Sassy Girl’|
Five days – short and sweet…
As we were missing classes and bunking lectures, the trip could not have been more than five days. We did some research and decided that we would be visiting the following places: Thimpu (Dochula Pass), Punakha, Paro and Wangdue.
Racking my brains….
Here is what I remember of the above locations:
Thimpu: The capital had lots of cheap hotels. We were here in March – it was spring time. Yet, we felt the need to have a heater in the room. The Himalayas do add a chill factor to the wind, more so, when it rains.
We had heard that Thimpu has a ‘rocking nightlife’. At 10 pm on a wet spring night, we were ready to hit the bars, just to realise that they close at 11:30 pm. As we were a group of eight, a small pub owner agreed to keep the pub open until we continued to order drinks – it was a long and profitable night for him, which got over at 3am.
Dochu La Pass: Approximately 20 km away from Thimpu, it takes about 30 minutes to get here from Thimpu. We went here while we were coming back to Thimpu from Punakha. The pass is famous for 108 chortens/stupas and numerous coloured prayer flags and offers stunning views of the Himalayas. Our guide told us that we could see Mount Everest – I am not sure if that is true. However, we saw a mighty peak from a great distance, thought that it is the Everest, clicked a few pictures and piled into our car.
|Bhutan: Chortens at Dochu La Pass|
Punakha: All that I remember of Punakha is eating the smallest, sweetest oranges ever in my life. Oranges, the size of lemons – I think they were packed with honey! There were a couple of Buddhist temples that we visited – but all sights and senses fail when compared to the juicy oranges!
Paro: Paro is the most scenic city in Bhutan. It has every imaginable shade of green – feel the soft grass as you walk trough the pine forests. It is also the city that has the airport.
As we drove through the town, we saw an isolated temple on a hill top and decided to trek up and pay our respects. As we clambered up, we realised that we were lost – we could not sight the temple any longer. After a few hundred meters, we heard a local yell that the temple belonged to the royal family and that mean dogs guard it. We had all read the Hound of Baskervilles – none of us wanted to even come close to experiencing it in real life. We turned around and ran!
|Bhutan: Enchanting Paro|
Wangdue: Until 2012, Wangdue was the windiest city that I had ever been to. In August 2012, Mykonos blew me away – literally! I remember going to the Wangdue Dzong, where a teenage monk was extremely interested in getting a picture clicked with us girls. Boys will be boys!
|Bhutan: Turning the prayer wheel – praying for happiness!|
I want to take Ankur to Bhutan – I know he will love the country. Ten years is a long time, but I do hope that the country is still as pristine as it was…and even happier than what it was back in 2006!
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