From the temple we did a wonderful two hour hike down the hill, across fields and through the forest heading towards the village. It was a great opportunity to observe the local farms and homes and spend some quiet time in nature. Today was the six year anniversary of Eric finishing the Camino so for him it was very special. We finished our walk at a farmhouse where we went in for lunch. The owner of the home had been on Master Chef Buttan and her chilli and cheese was delicious. We were served Somme area which is Bhutan moonshine. It smells absolutely horrible but tastes not bad. The same can not be said for the butter tea that our host made for us. It smelt and tasted absolutely horrible. It really must be an acquired taste.
The Monk’s College
Inside the chapel for our ceremony. One must never point your soles of your feet towards the Buddha’s
The head monk led the proceedings
Eric’s lamp being lit by the monk
We left our welcoming scarves as offerings along with some money
Bill is explaining the importance of the fish to the Buddhist religion
Kaysang explaining more of the symbolism within the chapel
The alter with all our lamps lined up. They are left burning to burn away the negativity
The grounds of the college
The farms of the fertile valley
The valley was created thousands of years ago by a glacier
The Gangtey Goemba Temple
A gathering of locals on the front entrance of the temple
Monks washing the vegetables behind the temple
Intricate designs on all the windows
Collection of shoes at the entrance as the locals enter the temple
All the Bhutanese carry their small children on their backs. Did not see a stroller anywhere.
Once again the corners of the temple were all decorated with symbolic creatures
Beautiful porches from which the monks can observe the people below
A monk climbing the common steep stairs to his quarters
An unusually unadorned home but extremely neat and tidy
Quite common to see these steps up and over the fence which keep animals both in and out
Eric reliving his Camino
The red field are buckwheat which is a common crop in this area
Prayer fags high on the hill. They are always put where the wind will carry away their prayers
This is the farm house where we had lunch. The houses were often very elaborate on the outside but this one and apparently most are very sparse on the interior
This was our host. Many of the older generation chew the betel nut which permanently stains the teeth and mouth as well as accounts for a very high cancer rate
Making butter tea for us
This is the kitchen stove. In the winter the family put their sleeping mats in the kitchen for more warmth
This was my lucky walking stick. Plallic symbols are certainly everywhere and no one is the least bit embarrassed by them
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