Douglas Thompson, Purple Dragon Ltd's Managing Director and the author of this this blog, has been called all kinds of names. Readers of this blog, however, have called him "brilliant," "bitchy," "witty," "insightful," and even "the perfect schizophrenic." You be the judge and tell him what you think.
"If Suzy Size can panhandle to pay for trips around Asia, then make money on a book she wrote about all the sex she has on the road, I am not too shy to ask for donations to pay for my face lift."
22 July 2016
It's gets better every time.
|You know I am a
workaholic who is at my desk 7 days a week, up to 14 hours a day. I rarely take
"vacations," which is pretty strange for a guy in the vacation business.
But I took advantage of a Thai five-day weekend to skip off to Bhutan for eight
days. Bhutan is not exactly restful, but it was a good opportunity for me to see
new things, do some business, research two magazine stories I want to write, and
spend time with Bhutan Boy.
Here I am, Fresh off the plane. This is the third time I have had lunch at this restaurant in Paro. They have a small buffet, and once you sit down they keep bringing dishes to your table. On this trip my goal was to begin a story about "how to avoid the loathsome hotel tour group buffet," the single biggest complaint among visitors to Bhutan. We managed to succeed except for one single dinner, found some remarkable restaurants, and put on a little weight.
This restaurant was, hands down, the very best of all. Can't wait to go back.
In case you are wondering, Bhutan makes some exceptionally good beer.
|With Jamyang in Thimpu, about one hour away from Paro. On a hillside overlooking the city the world's largest seated Buddha is being built. The weather was warm, so Jamyang has tied the sleeves of his goh around his waist.
One view of the massive Buddha statue that can be seen from miles around. Much of the cost of this undertaking has been supported by private individuals from Japan and Singapore.
|This is the busiest intersection in Thimpu. In the kiosk in the middle of the street you can see the city's human traffic lights. They installed
electric lights several years ago, but
nobody liked them, so they went back to the men in smart uniforms.
In the evening we took Jamyang's mom to dinner at the Folk Heritage Museum. They serve a set-course spread of traditional Bhutanese food that leans slightly towards "tourist taste." Their electricity was off, so we ate by candle light. Mom dressed in her best and clearly did not feel at ease, although she remained poised. 'Who is this old foreigner hanging out with my son?' she must have been thinking. I later learned that nobody had ever taken her out to dinner before. That has to change, Jamyang.
|We made a trip to the "Weekend Market" with one goal in mind--dallay khoursani
chillies. I am mad for these little bombs, which are in season June through
August. (You can see them in the plastic bags--green when ripening, red when
fully ripe.) They are really, really, really spicy, but the heat gives way quickly to a
delicious fruitiness. If you are an established Club Sanook Member, live in a tropical or semi-tropical climate and want
seeds let me know. The dignified-looking gentleman in the photo is our fantastic driver.
And yes, he is a Vulcan.
|My second objective for this trip was to write a story about the sudden emergence of a gay community in Bhutan. Yes, Dorothy, there really are homos in Kingdom of the Thunder Dragon. I spent a rainy afternoon interviewing four young, very smart, and very organized young men who are determined to change lives, attitudes and laws. Here we are enjoying dinner together later.|
Then we hit the road, bound from Thimpu to the Phobjikha Valley, our overnight stop on the
way to Bumthang. Two years ago Bhutan began a very ambitious effort to widen and
straighten the single road that joins the east and west of the country. This
road was a remarkable fete of engineering in the first place. It required
cutting countless hairpin curves into steep, rocky Himalayan peaks. (For reasons
I cannot explain, the local Buddhist hierarchy does not allow tunnels. Go
Now, they are dynamiting more of the rock at the tightest points in these hairpin curves and dumping the rock and debris into the ravines on the opposite side of the road. This has the effect of widening parts of the road to two lanes in each direction, and also straightening it. A ten-hour drive from Thimpu to Bumthang will become a six hour drive in 2017. July is rainy season, which made the road really messy. Between Phobjikha and Bumthang we were stuck between and behind four landslides. Road workers with backhoes are never far away, and we managed to complete the three-hour trip in nine hours. If you visit after September you should not have similar problems. The final road work will be done at night and your drive should be scenic and enjoyable.
Between Thimpu and Phobjikha we made a lunch stop at Wangdue Ecolodge. This place is pretty remarkable. (You can see photos on the Better Bhutan website. Here's the view of Wangduephoedrang Dzong (fortified temple/monastery) from the hotel.
|But we visited Wangdue Ecolodge, not for the vistas, but for the food. The hotel has a reputation for fresh, tasty, innovative cooking. Rather than dazzling us with more dishes than we could possibly eat, as is often the case in Bhutan, they dazzled us with simple plates of remarkably delicious food--a medley of eggplant, sweet chilies and cheese, a curry of wild mushrooms, and a saucy minced pork with fresh herbs. Notice, please, that a fountain pen is standard part of my table setting.|
|We reached Phobjikah Valley late in the afternoon. Aside from the Ganteay Monastery, which I have seen before, there is not a single important thing to see in the valley. But all of the nothing here adds up to something overwhelming. It's a long flat valley full of pretty homes and farms. The clouds cling to the surrounding hills and low-flying clouds cling to everything on the valley floor. It's all breathtaking in a way. We stayed in a very nice hotel built of local pine, like many hotels here. Seventy percent of the country is old growth forest, so controlled cutting is still allowed. I had a wood burning stove in my room. No TV or WiFi. I met the manager for breakfast the next morning and he announced that they would soon have WiFi and Satellite TV. I could not help thinking what a bad idea that was. At some point in a trip like this you have to stow all of your devices and reboot yourself. I guess we got outa there just in time.|
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