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Monasteries and Moutains
The round faced monk with the smiling eyes opened the battered tin so I could deposit my offering of 100 Ngultrum. He took out the worn dice and via the translation of our guide Neten, he encouraged me to throw the dice onto the pile of dirty notes. A total of 8. The...
Archery in the Haa Valley
Archery is the national sport of Bhutan, and we finally got the opportunity to try the simple traditional bow and arrows on a much shortened version of the range, marked by colourful flags. Tim also tried the darts, to great success and much acclaim from our host and...
Reason #47 why libertarians would hate Bhutan
There is so much that is so intriguing about the culture, society and politics of Bhutan and so much I want to write about. (And so much of it that I think would be appalling and infuriating for a right wing libertarian). But in the meantime please enjoy these...
Jetlagged in Bhutan
You know you are in for something special while flying into Bhutan. The airport in Paro is at one end of the long valley and our plane, after flying up up up into the mountains from sea level Dhaka, had to make a sharp banking turn to slot into the valley so the plane...
Bellissima Sicilia
It was raining when we left the Agriturismo and caught a train from the grim stazione of Gioia Torre. There were many hours of travel ahead of us and so our expectations for the day were low. We had a couple of hours to kill in the port of Villa San Giovanni on a grey...
Molto mangiando molto a piedi
Reykjavik to Napoli felt like a good natured slap to the face. From Nordic reserve and order to Southern Mediterranean chaos in just a few hours. We imagined that for an Icelander, coming to Southern Italy must be the equivalent of an Australian going to SE Asia. And...