Bhutan Diary - 3 last Postal Museum, Shopping

Bhutan Diary - 3 last Last Notes in a Himalayan Reverie Bhutanese fold dances The past two Saturdays, I dragged you along on the first two hectic days of our Bhutan trip. Day three was the birthday we had actually come for, a much more relaxed affair. Some of us made the most of the spa, others vanished into the worlds conjured by their books, while a few chose the noble pursuit of sleep like there was a medal to win. In the forenoon, a group went to a small Buddhist temple nearby to light lamps in prayers and gratitude, and look at everything from a close range. The hotel had been asked to arrange a picnic lunch and the cloudy afternoon was spent in the lap of nature, by the side of a rivulet. We were not alone; it seemed Sunday is the day of relaxing for others too. At several places men could be seen practising archery, the national sport of Bhutan. Photo taken with the group's permission We had a visitor in the evening, a Bhutanese astrologer. I shall refrain from comment...