So with the cooing of the pigeons and a butter-like sunshine and the great bursts of leaving growing on the trees outside my arched windows, I got up with that familiar conviction that the day if not the whole life is beginning again and I can make it as good or as bad as I want to.
Now, now do not get me wrong. I am certainly not a moron but all these Zen like wisdom dawns and re-dawns on me only and only when I am travelling. I can be curious, energetic, philosophical alias sensible, enthusiastic, adventurous with a bit of madness while I am wearing my travelling shoes. But take off those shoes, and tie me in the house or the office and oh, you are then the cursed one, who took away the very energy, the very oxygen that keeps me ticking.
But ah, I need to tell you where we are heading now....or at least were supposed to. The Tiger's Nest. An extremely revered monastery, perched gingerly on a cliff, requiring hours of trek up, all for the one moment, the precious moment of bliss. :)
But some phone calls and we realise that all the good resorts/ hotels in Punakha and most in Thimpu are booked for the Royal Wedding. In fact some guests with confirmed booking at Punakha were requested not to come as the invitees for the Royal Wedding had already started coming. Personally I can do with the basic. Not that comforts and once in a while luxury does not matter to me. Like you know most of the un-ushered think ideal romance should be flowers, wine and Paris. But usher yourself into travelling, let it grow in you and you will realise that romance can be up in some mountains, biting the freshly plucked apples and lying on the shadows of the apple trees with the sun caressing your bare legs.
And you can always replace the sun with someone's hand if you wanna.
Well, so the sun is still butterly warm and nice but plans need to be replaced.
J and
M need their comfort. Not just clean beds and a clean shower kinda accommodation for them. So how positively we accept this unaccepted news and decide to change, decides how the rest of the holiday would feel. The original plan of Paro, Haa, Thimpu and Punakha changes to Paro, Thimpu and Bumthang.....and we return to the hotel to pack our things and head to Thimpu as we just have one working day to see that we have our permits with us. Yes, for Paro and Thimpu Indians do not need permits but to venture else where you need permits from the Bhutanese immigration office.....that can be done in person, through the travel agent or even the hotel help desk.
It is a beautiful 2 hours drive from Paro to Thimpu, along the Wang Chhu ( river) and you can stop to buy the fresh fruits, churpis ( if you have the taste and teeth for it) etc from the road side stalls. But NOooooo, the Thimpu of my parents' days, with those quaintly carved stone houses, forests that ended almost at your fence had changed. It looked like an ugly, concrete mess mushrooming haphazardly where ever it found some space. The malls and the hotels were an eye sore. Only one night here and no more I decide. Yes, there are some nice places to see like the Trashi Chhoe Dzong, the National Institute of Traditional Medicine, Mini-Zoo, the Institute of 13 Art forms of Bhutan ......
The last seemed the most interesting to me. And we head to see it. Yes, they are still done by hand with lots of respect and dedication and the artists still earn a lot of reverence if not money. I try to spent sometime talking with the students, wondering if I am an intruder.....but they are polite and with again that infectious smile that follows you so often, they explain to me with patience the art, its intricacies and the years of labour it requires to master it. They give a throaty laugh when I tell them how clumsy and hopeless I can be in art....and say everyone has something within as the creator cannot create anyone without leaving a piece of that within the person. I give them a smile, if it was a joke, I love it....and if it was the truth...i love it more.
And with that sheepish smile still on my face I continue admiring the art forms.
1. Dezo or the art of hand made paper making, made mainly from the Daphne plant and gum from a creeper root.
2. Dozo or Stonework or Stone arts used in the construction of stone pools and the outer walls of dzongs, goenpa (monasteries), stupas etc.
3.Garzo, the Blacksmithing used to make everyday items such as farm tools, knives, swords, and utensils.
4.Jinzo or the Clay arts used to make those beautiful religious statues and ritual objects, pottery and the construction of buildings using mortar, plaster, and rammed earth.
5.Lhazo or Painting one sees on thangkas (religious wall hangings), walls paintings, and statues to the decorations on furniture and window-frames.
6.Lugzo, the Bronze casting learnt to produce bronze roof-crests, statues, bells, and ritual instruments, in addition to jewelry and household items using sand casting and lost-wax casting. Larger statues are made by repoussé.
7.Parzo - Wood, slate, and stone carving used for printing blocks for religious texts, masks, furniture, altars, and the slate images adorning many shrines and altars.
8.Shagzo or Wood turning for making a variety of bowls, plates, cups, and other containers.
9.Shingzo the Woodwork in the construction of dzongs and goenpa (monasteries)
10.Thagzo - Weaving: The production of some of the most intricately woven fabrics produced in Asia.
11.Trözo - Silver, Copper and Goldsmithing make jewelry, ritual objects, and utilitarian household items.
12.Tshazo - Cane and Bamboo Work: The production of such varied items as bows and arrows, baskets, drinks containers, utensils, musical instruments, fences, and mats.
13.Tshemazo – Needlework to make clothes, boots, or the most intricate of applique thangkas (religious wall hangings).
We go to The Telecom centre to get the view of Thimpu town.....and yes, it is a beautiful valley you notice and can give some wonderful night shots. But I am in a mood to race
M down the road and
J has to find a Prado by night for the long journey to Bumthang we have planned for the next day.
Bhutan has many and various kinds of SUVs but peak season and yes, you need to really work for it. We did and the next morning I see the Prado parked outside the hotel and
M gets so excited he baptizes it with a new name the Beast.
After
J's spinal injury he needs a comfortable vehicle to do long distances and the Beast was just right.
The journey begins and as soon as you reach the outskirts of Thimpu town, the apple orchards, forests of blue pine and mountains become your companions. Goempas and lakhangs are numerous on the route but we decide not to do too many lest we become " goempa fatigued".
So our first stop is at Dochu La ( 3140mts) marked by an array of prayer flags of all hue and 108 chortens. A place I fell in love with instantly. Imagine oneself sitting on the steps or the green grass amidst the silence of chortens and watching the snow-capped Bhutan Himalayas.
Yes, things that give you the real peace or pleasure can not be bought by money; they are simply priceless. I do not know how long I sat there.....soaking the beauty,listening to the whispers of the prayers carried by the winds with each flutter of the flags, unconcerned about the occasional noise of vehicle crossing by.
But if you can drag yourself away from the chortens and still want the view with some warm delicious coffee then drive up to the cafeteria a few metres ahead. They serve meals, beverages and sell souvenirs, and some of the 13 art forms of Bhutan. Yes the art do not come cheap. So I had to do with just admiring and dreaming of being rich one day.
While I was doing this
M used the powerful telescope and
J helped him to identify the peaks: Kang Bam 6526m, Gangchchenta 6840m, Masang Gang 7165m, Tsenda Gang 7100m, Teri Gang 7300m, Jejekangphu Gang 7100m, Zongphu Gang 7100m, Gangkhar Puensum 7541m.
I am not sure how accurate they were in spotting but I immersed myself in a book telling tales of spirits that inhabit the way to these passes and peaks. The cannibal demoness and various others who were subdued by Lama Drukpa Kunley or the divine madman.
We drive further, sometimes dozing off, sometimes watching the vegetation change to alder, cypress, fir and the daphne bush used to make handmade paper.
When we descend to Thinleygang, the vegetation changes to cactus, oranges and even bamboo. The rocks and cliffs have the chants painted on it.
We know we have to reach Bhumthang which was still many many hours far but we just get tempted to make a short visit to Punakha. The story says that Guru Rimpoche and foretold that a man named Namgyal would arrive at the hill that looked like and elephant and built this Dzong which is Bhutan's socond dzong.
It requires a rather child like imagination to visualize the elephant shaped hill but at the beautiful confluence of the mother and father rivers Mo Chhu and Pho Chhu, the impressive dzong was built.
Yes, believe me it is a dzong you will not mind to kill to see it, so marvellous is its beauty and architecture and so steeped it is in folklore and history and so priceless are the treasures it stores.
But preparations of the wedding was going on in the dzong and none could tell how many hours we needed to wait to be allowed to go in. And I really didn't know whom to kill either with a knife or smile so with a sigh and a " next time" we move ahead to Wangdue.
The dzong and palace in Wangdue stands commandingly on a ridge next to Punak Chhu and surrounded by cactii to discourage invaders to climb the slopes. The celebration of Tsechu was in full swing and we join in the mirth.
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| The comedians offer a break in the Tsechu festival. They often carry an artificial phallus and also dance the legend of this Guru called " Mad man" who subdued demons and spirits. |
But the clock keeps reminding that Bumthang is still far and we drag our unwilling legs back to the Beast to drive across the Black Mountains via Pele La ( 3420m), crossing villages which gave a yawned look at us through the golden rays of sun and fields that shone and blushed golden like girls that come of age and know how to lure the admirers. And I do give in to the allurements that nature throws at every bend and corner. Yes, even in Paradise you can not stop yourself to yield into temptations.
But
J and
M prefer to give in to deep slumber, and Dorjee , our young driver and I keep our conversations going. Not that he was a wonderful story teller or even a garrulous person but I didn't want him to doze off as it had already started getting dark when from a view point I see the famous Trongsa Dzong and the Ta Dzong, which serves as a museum cum old time watch tower.
I pack my camera. I know more stops will delay us further and we had to reach Bumthang. The valley of Bumthang is supposed to be in the shape of bumpa, the vessel to keep the holy water and thang is field or flat land. Though Dorjee tells me that bum also means girl and the women of Bumthang are exceptionally beautiful. I was yet to find that out but if I went by the looks of the new queen who hails from Bumthang, I know he was not wrong.
So we just drive, watching the numerous waterfalls, listening to Dorjee's occasional tale or his selection of music and then enjoying the moon when it comes up to flood the earth with it's mellow light.
I know our hotel in Bumthang is nice and even if the spa might close by the time we reach, the beds will be warm and inviting. The thought brings a smile on my face. I realise that I had been smiling quite too often in this country called Bhutan.
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| Time to sleep after an almost 11 hours journey ( breaks included in the time) |
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| The Dzong in Trongsa and the watch tower above......a must see. It is important for the royalty to act as the governor of Trongsa before he becomes King. |
