Stretching The Kayaking Legs: Jhomolhari Trek, Bhutan

We offered this 7- day trek in 2015 and will be doing a longer variation over 9-days in the fall of 2016.

Please view our photos and other blogs on last years Bhutan season here and here.


Every now and then it’s just good to get out of the kayak and stretch the legs. Even better is when that includes a chance to walk among the Himalayan mountains of Bhutan. In the fall of 2015, between guiding our Class III and Class IV+ kayaking trips, I had such a chance.  These kayaking trips had been scheduled a week apart to accommodate Mike and Thelma. They wanted to add a trek after the Kayak and Cultural trip so they could see some of the mountains up close. Dirk and Claudia planned their arrival ahead of the Class IV+ group in order to join the trek as well. Our good friend and outfitter Yougs suggested the Jhomolhari trek via Bonte La and Takhung La (both names for passes) to fit our time frame. We would be walking a loop, starting and ending near the ruins of Drugyrl Dzong, the fortress that was once one of Bhutan’s first lines of defense from invaders to the north.


Jhomolhari is Bhutan’s 2nd highest peak at an elevation of 23,989 ft.  It is also the source for the Paro Chu, a river we paddle on all of our trips.  Getting closer to the source of this familiar river would be a treat and a chance to see if any runnable sections lay above the end of the road.

We were a group of 5 trekkers with a support staff that nearly tripled our numbers. Karma, our lead guide was assisted by Arnjun. Tashi was our cook. Kencho and Sangay helped Tashi and did the sprint each day from camp to where we would lunch, after packing the previous night’s camp. Throw in a string of 14 horses and two horsemen to carry all the camp gear and you have a Bhutanese style trek.  Unlike Nepal, where porters are almost exclusively used to move equipment around, Bhutan relies on horses, mules and yaks. Yak herders have long roamed the hills and high pastures of Bhutan’s Himalaya, moving their animals with the change of seasons. Since we were there in late fall, most of the yaks were already at lower elevations.


It was raining lightly as we started our trek near Gunitsawa, located not quite at the end of the road that we had taken from the town of Paro. We walked among colorful farm houses with fields of potato, red rice and wheat being harvested. After crossing a small bridge at the town of Sharna we left the road behind and found ourselves in a forest of Oak, Rhododendron and bamboo. This would be our setting for the first day and a half. Camp that first night was nestled in the trees along the banks of the Paro Chu.

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On day 2 the trail became a bit more technical than the first day.  There were numerous rocks that required us to pay close attention so as not to  twist an ankle.  The trail also gained elevation.  Before noon we passed by a junction that, had we gone left would have put us on the old trade route into Tibet, just 8.5 miles away.  Our trek for the next few days would be quite close to the border.  On more than one occasion we encountered other trekking groups on their way down the trail.  They gave us reports of poor weather they had experienced and said that the recent snowfall had made a key pass impassable. Karma had us push on. At days end and numerous bridges later we found ourselves at Soi Thangthanka, a developed camp we shared with another, larger group. The weather had clouded over so our opportunity for first views of Jomolhari had to wait until the morning.


Day 3 dawned cold and crisp with clear skies. We were treated to alpenglow on the south shoulder of Jhomolhari and looked forward to views of the other mountains we would pass during our walk that day.  We broke out of the forest and into the open, continuing to parallel the Paro Chu river. We passed through a military checkpoint that sports a phallus-shaped wind vane – I doubt it’s military issue. Throughout our hike we encountered other trains of horses, much like the ones that accompanied us, that were either supporting other trekking groups on their way out or were returning empty after packing goods into the small villages located along the way.Chorten_Flags_sunburst

An hour or so from what is known as Jhomolhari Base camp at Jangothang and our third nights camp, the trail passes alongside and through several small villages. It has been a goal of the Bhutanese government to supply electricity to all settlements, regardless of their remoteness.  Along our route we saw newly constructed power poles that had been carried in section by section under human power. I tried hefting one of the sections we found along side the trail and couldn’t believe the distances they were being carried. Other strides the Bhutanese government is making to improve life in these remote areas include the construction of better schools and basic health units, such as those we found in the village of Dangochang.


Our camp that night was located at 13,382 ft. and we were all feeling a bit winded as we dropped our day packs alongside our already erected tents. The crew had arrived ahead of us slow moving chillips (foreigners) and greeted us with hot tea and snacks. The clear skies we had experienced at the start of the day had turned to clouds that obscured Jhomolhari’s eastern face, the iconic view from this camp. Again, we would have to wait until morning for clear views.


Perhaps it was the anticipation of mountain views or just the altitude, but I was restless and awoke before sunrise. I was treated to a moonlit Jhomolhari that then spread to golden light striking the face of the peak. We took it all in as we sat in the cold and ate our hot breakfast.


Today we would be laying over and it was up to us how we spent our time. The goal was to acclimatize and we could do this by resting in camp, hiking to a glacial lake located up valley, or ascending the ridge behind camp that could potentially yield spectacular views of Jhomolhari and surrounding peaks, as well as a chance to see wild Blue Sheep. We chose the ridge.

My altimeter read over 15,500 feet when Dirk and I stopped at our high point to look across at the east face of Jhomalhari.


We could see that the others had stopped below and were resting. We dropped down to join them and take in the views of the surrounding peaks and the climb up to the hanging valley and lakes we would do tomorrow.


During our slow but steady walk up the ridge we did indeed stumble on a small herd of Blue Sheep lounging and grazing as we passed!


Day 5 after crossing the Paro Chu for the last time we ascended switchbacks that took us to the hanging valley we saw from our high point the day before. The trail then eased up as we paralleled the lakes to the end of the valley.


Just beyond we could make out the trail cutting through the snow. This is the area that had turned back the groups we saw descending on our second day of the trek. It had been three days since we saw them and the weather had been stable.  The snow we encountered wasn’t much more than a couple of inches deep and was no problem for us . More importantly, the pack horses could get through.


Hiking up many hours with over 2600 ft of elevation gain, we arrived at Bont La, a pass located at 16,039 ft. and our high point for the journey.


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Despite some scattered clouds, the views throughout the day were spectacular and gave a taste of what it might be on a totally clear day. Rugged, massive peaks, valleys, creeks and waterfalls all made up the landscape.


Once over the Bonte La we began the descent toward Soi Yaksa. We would loose all the elevation we had gained that morning and then some. We arrived in camp at 12,464 ft. nestled in a clearing surrounded by trees.

Another pass awaited us on day 6. We reached Takhung La, 14825 ft. shortly after lunch. To get there we climbed above tree line and contoured along a long valley running east-west. We then turned south into a side valley, walked toward its end and turned west again to begin ascending. I am told that on a clear day one can see Kangchenjunga, the 3rd highest mountain in the world which straddles the border of Nepal and Sikkim, India west of us. The clouds obscured our view.

Thombu Shong is a pasture and sometime yak herder camp. Here we spent our 6th and final night of the trek.

Our final day we had only 656 ft. of elevation gain to reach our final pass of Thombu La. From there we traversed out along a beautiful ridge from which we began a descent that ate up some serious elevation.  We could see the lush forest of the Paro valley below us. We arrived in time for lunch, tired and full of good times and good memories from a wonderful trip.End_Jhomlhari_trek

Many thanks to our Bhutanese staff who treated us like kings and queens. They arose long before we did, and greeted us with a hot cup of tea and a warm smile each morning -delivered to our tent. They cooked for us, packed our gear and shared stories of the landscape and their customs. It is the warmth and gracious hospitality of these wonderful people that keeps us coming back. We hope you join us October 27- November 5, 2016.

Tashi Delek.

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Mary Looks Back On The Class III Kayak And Culture Trip Oct., 2015


Bhutan Class III Kayak and Cultural Trip 2015


How to determine how many images to post? No amount of pictures can tell the story. But here is a taste of my story.

The flight into Bhutan is itself an adventure. Views of the Himalayas, tallest mountain range in the world! Views of the pine needles, so close to the wing tips it seems you could reach out and touch them as the plane drops in preparation for landing! These are 2 of the many reasons to be happy to be on the tarmac in Paro!

We kayak on clear, cold, pristine rivers winding through stunning valleys. In our effort to see as much of Bhutan as we can in our twelve days, we hike through villages, we boat, we drive to the next monastery. Some days we join the locals in religious festivals. Karma, raft guide for those on the land tour and cultural guide for all, has a knack of assimilating us into the local activities. If there’s something going on, we’re in the thick of it! Fresh popped rice anyone? The shadiest spot to sip the coldest brew in town? Nuances of Buddhist imagery? He knows it all. Buffet lunches arrive riverside as we finish our day on a new run. How does he do it?

The road travel is at times as exciting as the flights. A landslide? No worries! After a few hours mingling with the Bhutanese (who are picnicking as they wait for the road crew to cut a new mountainside road) we are heading toward a new adventure! Like visiting the Takin Reserve. (That’s the muskox-like national animal of Bhutan.) Or hiking in search of the black-necked crane that overwinters from Mongolia. Or taking time to visit to the School of Traditional Arts. Then, shopping anyone?

Beyond Karma’s magic, there are so many serendipitous events that occur as to be inexplicable! As I said earlier, no amount of pictures can tell the story. You just have to come and experience the adventure of Bhutan for yourself!

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A First Descent In Bhutan- The Sonam Section Of The Kuri Chu

We’re planning a repeat of this section and all the classics across Bhutan Nov 6- 27th, 2016. We hope you’ll consider joining us.


Cup o Joe, Ben scouts his first rapid of the day, day two.
Cup o’ Joe, Ben scouts his first rapid of the day, day two.

It was 3:00 PM, late November in eastern Bhutan. Day 1 of the first descent of the Kuri Chu. This was the hour we told ourselves we would start looking for camp. These deadlines are often better in theory than practice as we found ourselves in a section of canyon with near-vertical walls. Below us was a horizon line spewing mist. It wouldn’t be long before the low-angled sun would slip behind the ridge. It was beginning to look like we might be late for dinner.

Just beyond the horizon line we could make out a spot where the entire river, all 4500 cfs of it, flowed through a gap not much more than 15 feet wide. This narrowing we expected from our Google Earth review of the river prior to the trip. We weren’t worried about it because we knew that it sat in a pool. It was this rapid that sat between us and that pool that was a surprise to me.

We were a team of six made up of one Canadian, one Bhutanese and four from the U.S.. Thinley Thoben, Ben Morton and I were guiding Sarah Cunningham, David Lech and David Focardi. This was Sarah and Thinley’s first multi-day and the 1st time some in the group had done a first descent. I had become aware of the river in 2010 when I floated past its confluence while doing a multi-day river trip on the Drangme Chu, a drainage to the east. Curious to learn more about the Kuri, I had asked our Bhutanese outfitter, Ugyen “Yougs” Dorje what he knew. He gave me three important pieces of information: it hadn’t been done, he could get the permit and I was welcome to put together the first trip.

Our team L to R; Thinley Thobden, Ben Morton, Phil DeRiemer, David Lech, Sarah Cunningham, David Focardi.
Our team L to R; Thinley Thobden, Ben Morton, Phil DeRiemer, David Lech, Sarah Cunningham, David Focardi.

Ben got the group organized in eating a late lunch while Thinley and I floated downstream to have a closer look at this rapid. Without verbally communicating, I knew Thinley was also concerned about what it held, how we might get around it and how long it would take. He popped out of his kayak onto the rocks to have a look just ahead of me. I kept an eye on him as I pulled my boat out of the water, watching his body English carefully to see what it might tell me of the rapid. After a short time he turned to me and flashed a big smile while giving the “thumbs up” with one hand and tapping his head in the universal “O.K”. sign with the other. There was a way around this.

This wide rapid was broken by a ledge system, which in turn was sprinkled with numerous rocks, and holes. We were committed to running the left side. After a technical top section, the flow formed an intimidating pillow as it slammed into the left wall and exited in a 90-degree turn.

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“Sonam” rapid

The word sonam means good luck, the kind of “luck” that comes from good living. And right now sonam was with us! We could portage the difficult top part and put into an eddy exactly where we needed one just upstream of the pillow. This eddy would allow us one by one to get into our boat and execute a ferry in front of the cushion. This intimidating yet doable move led into the pool above the narrow gap. Failure to drive far enough out into the current would result in getting pushed back leftby the force field effect of the pillow. If that happened and the paddler was still upright, they’d have to scramble back into the eddy and get themselves psyched up to try again.

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David Lech takes it all in at the critical eddy toward the end of day one.

We fire-lined the kayaks over the rocks and into position. Ben lead off with a perfect demo, always good for moral to see that first run go so well. We took our turns with no two runs the same. David F. had the most exciting run. He experience the “what if” line when he immediately flipped upon entering the current, rolled, flipped again then disappeared our of view from those of us waiting below. It was a tense moment. David ended up out of his boat, all the pieces together in a pocket eddy against the left cliff wall still above the pillow. Thinley, who was running sweep, was able to scramble from above to extract him from the eddy and hike his boat back into position. Dave now had to try the move again- not easy after such an experience. The second run came up with the goods. He stayed upright long enough to hit the right side of the pillow. Our cheering echoed off the canyon walls.

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David F. makes a critical cushion move on the Kuri Chu.

Now as we floated through the narrows and into the next rapid, our focus was to find a camp. Once again sonam was with us when I followed my instincts and veered off to find a hidden pool at the top of a rapid. There, at the far end nestled amongst the rocks surrounded by the steep canyon walls, was a sandy beach. Home for the night! With dusk upon us we scrambled for driftwood and filtered water, settling into the routine of making dinner and setting camp as we relaxed into the beauty and magic of this most remote place.

Sarah C., cocoa never tasted so good. End of day one on the Kuri Chu.
Sarah C., cocoa never tasted so good. End of day one on the Kuri Chu.
Clear night in the Kuri Chu canyon.
Clear night in the Kuri Chu canyon.
Packing boats on the morning of day two.
Packing boats on the morning of day two.

The 3-day descent included a day and a half of paddling 20 miles of the Kuri Chu and a another 30 after joining with the larger and easier Drangme Chu. We reached the confluence at 4:00 p.m. the next day after a full day of challenging and rewarding rapids. It was in this place 5 years earlier, during a descent of the Drangme Chu with Thinley that he and I first peered curiously up the Kuri and wondered about it’s rapids. Now, five years later, we could see some significant changes had taken place as roads were being built on the steep sides of both rivers where there had once been only forest. A dust storm blew up the Drangme as workers cleared a freshly blasted area. The threat of rock fall kept us moving, robbing us of a chance to absorb the energy of the bleanding of these two rivers. The hard rapids were behind us and the group was keen to put in another hour so as to nibble away at some of the last day’s mileage, so we pushed on and made camp in the dark.

Dust from road construction on the Drangme Chu blows up river at the confluence with the Kuri Chu.
Dust from road construction on the Drangme Chu blows up river at the confluence with the Kuri Chu.


As we broke camp our last day the view downstream was already very different than the previous camp. The air was warmer and the banks were lined with thick tropical vegetation. This is tiger country. The topography was easing back and we could sense the river canyon giving way to the flats of India. During our final day, our driver Shatu and our cultural guide Kinga were finishing up an adventure of their own. Bhutan’s rugged terrain meant they had to drive for 2 ½ days to meet us at Manas National Park, our take-out on the Indian side of the border. As we approached the take we could see their silhouettes enthusiastically waving from the shore and feel the warmth of their smiles.



Paddling the Drangme Chu en route to the border with India. It was starting to fel pretty tropical.
Paddling the Drangme Chu en route to the border with India. It was starting to fel pretty tropical.
End of the line. De- rig on the Indian side of the border.
End of the line. Derig on the Indian side of the border.

Our trip had begun in Paro far to the west, on the other side of the country. Had we driven it in one push, it would have been three long days of continuous driving over winding, mountainous roads, and crossing numerous passes. Fortunately the Drangme Chu and Kuri Chu are only two of many incredible rivers Bhutan has to offer. With the Himalayan range and Tibetan Plateau as their source, the rivers flow north to south before spilling out into India. During our 16 days in country we took part in celebrating the fourth King’s birthday with the country and enjoyed a festival where few tourists ever go, we hit up eight awesome Class IV and IV+ runs as we worked our way east to this successful  and rewarding run of the Kuri Chu.


The Kuri may be the finest multi-day run I’ve done in Bhutan. The quality of this river exceeded my expectations; numerous rapids at the class IV+ level, minimal portaging, stunning scenery, multiple days of living out of our kayaks and finishing in another country! I am already planning my return.

Consider this an invitation.


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A Rare Moment In Bhutan

The Thangka of Paro Dzong on display just outside the fortress walls.
The Thangka of Paro Dzong on display just outside the fortress walls.

When in Bhutan, one constantly experiences moments of serendipity. Shedding the western desire to stick to a schedule allows one to experience these moments and open up to some pretty wonderful things.  Such was the case on the first day with our Class III kayaking and cultural group.  We were en route to our hotel after picking everyone up at the airport. Glancing across the valley toward the Paro Dzong (fortress), I saw that a 3-story tapestry (called a Thangka) was unfurled and on display.  These huge panels are the end product of many months of labor, hand appliquéing and embroidering figures and symbols of religious significance. A Thangka is taken out of storage only one day a year for a few hours. This is a special Bhuddist ceremony, a time of celebration and blessings. For a chillip (that’s us) to see one in person is rare.  We quickly detoured over to the Dzong.

What little we could glean about this particular Thangka is that it was made by the community and presented to the Dzong one year earlier. Its significance was the blessing of long life. It had been on display once, exactly a year prior. It’s annual hanging was an unannounced event, and our group was but a handful of westerners that made up the small crowd that was there. The locals were dressed in their finest traditional clothes; men in their gos and kabne shawls while the women were in kira skirts, teago jackets and rachung scarfs.

Woman in their traditional dress of Kiras attend the blessing of the Paro Thangka.

It is considered a blessing as well as a means of gaining merit to be in the presence of one of these large Thondrels. People prostrated facing the thangka, lit butter lamps, received blessings from monks and, one by one, approached the thangka so as to touch their forehead to the underside of the edge of the cloth.

Worshipers pray in front of the giant tapestry or Thangka at Paro Dzong.
A woman recieves a blessing from a monk.

Almost immediately we saw the monks were getting into position to roll the thangka in a extremely prescribed manner in order to return it to storage inside the Dzong.

Raedy to roll. Moments after we arrived to view this large Tangka it was rolled and stored until the next year.

A row of monks and others lined up shoulder to shoulder across the width of the base of the enormous panel and, under the commands of a head lama, began a careful and coordinated effort to fold it as it was lowered from above.

A lama oversees the folding of the large Thangka.

From there it was placed on a sheet of fabric, folded lengthwise many times and wrapped in a fabric casing.  The immense and heavy package was hoisted onto the shoulders of mostly monks and a procession lead by a small band of musicians, flag bearers, locals and religious officials marched up the stairs of the fortress where it will remain until next year.

A procession walks from where the Thangka once hung toward the Paro Dzong
Monks carry the heavy fabric panel toward the Paro Dzong.
The heavy Tangka is carried into the Paro Dzong.

Truly a significant and “auspicious” event for the start of our trip and, in some ways, just another day in the life of Bhutan. We all knew this was going to be a good trip.

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A More Relaxed Approach To Luggage During a Stay In Bangkok.


Many of our guests who travel with us for our kayaking and cultural tours in Bhutan opt to use Bangkok, Thailand as their gateway city. We’ve always suggested they spend some extra days in Bangkok so as to feel more rested when they do travel on to Bhutan. Staying in Bangkok doesn’t mean you have to haul all of your luggage around the city with you, here is a suggested alternative.

Most taxis in Bangkok are the size of a Toyota Corolla and we’ve spent our fair share of time upon arrival at the city’s airport showing doubting taxi drivers how to stuff all of our luggage, including a paddle bag, into their cabs. We would then repeat this when we returned to the airport just a few days later for an early morning departure on to Bhutan.   This past year Mary and I finally figured out how to take advantage of the Suvarnabhumi airport’s “left Baggage” service so we could go into town with just a daypack each.

There are two locations for baggage storage in the airport, one on the 2nd floor for arrivals and another on the 4th floor for departures. We use the one on the 4th floor as it makes it easier for us on departure day. It is located at the end of the “P” row of counters and is open 24/7 and cost is roughly $4.50 U.S./large bag/day in 2018.

Here’s what to expect. When you first arrive in Thailand you’ll have to go through immigration.  Once your passport has been stamped you’ll see some money exchange kiosks just before you get to the baggage carousels. We’ll usually exchange some money there. You might find a better rate at your hotel or somewhere else in the city but you are going to need something for taxis and perhaps a bite to eat and these kiosks are a pretty convenient place to do it.  Once we claim our bags from the carousel we find a quiet corner of the baggage area where we can open them up and shuffle things around, taking just what we need for our short and usually hot stay in Bangkok and load it into our large daypacks or small duffel that we’ll take with us in the taxi.  The rest goes into our luggage that we’ll be storing at the airport and is locked.  We’ll then use the luggage carts to get upstairs, check in our left luggage and head back downstairs to where we can catch a cab to our hotel.

When you return to the airport to fly out again just grab a cart, go back to the kiosk where you left your bags, pay and claim them. From there it’s off  to your counter and check in.  Don’t forget to factor in a little extra time to reclaim your bags in case they are busy.

Do it this way and you’ll get to travel light to the city, won’t have to pantomime packing a car to a taxi driver and won’t be tripping over bags of clothing meant for the Himalaya in your tropical Bangkok hotel room.

Note: They do have restrictions on some items you can store. For the most part they don’t want you leaving valuables like cameras, documents or electronics. There is a list when you go to check them in. As with any time you entrust someone else with your luggage there can be risks.  This is just a suggestion for one way to avoid extra inconvenience while in Bangkok.

Here is a link to the Left Baggage site:

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Connecting People – Kokatat And Werner Generosity.

We’ve had the good pleasure to work with some great folks on our overseas trips. There are a lot of people involved that make them possible and run so well. We’ve also had the pleasure of working with some great manufacturers here in the U.S., relationships that go back almost three decades; Kokatat and Werner being a couple of them.

We first traveled to Bhutan to paddle and explore in 2006. Each year we have returned since then we leave behind some of our personal gear for the local guides that work with us. A few of our guests have done the same.  Admittedly the gear we all leave behind has seen some use so the idea of new or near-new gear to them is a pretty rare thing.

Thanks to Kokatat and Werner paddles we’ve been able to take over care packages of newer paddle tops and paddles and we just want to say hats off to these two companies for their generosity. We can’t take credit for their generosity but we’ll hang onto the memory of the smiles on the guides’ faces when they received the gear.

Nepali raft and kayak guide Kali Gurung has been guiding for over fifteen years and has been instrumental in the training of other guides in Bhutan. This is probably his first “new” paddle.
We first met Thinley in 2008 and we’ve watched his abilities grow as the size of his paddle blades shrank. He plans to keep his beater in service while he saves his new one “for special trips like when I work with you guys”.

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Bhutan Class IV+ Kayaking Trip Report.


In the last post, Mary talked about the serendipitous nature of events in Bhutan. We were completely unaware the first day of our Class IV+ trip coincided with Buddha’s descension, his birthday. For Buddhists worldwide, the celebration of Buddha Shakyamuni’s returned to earth, in the lifetime he at last reached enlightenment, is the most sacred of days.

From the Paro airport (in the western part of Bhutan) we made our way into the heart of town. We could see people everywhere were dressed in their finest, women in kiras and men in ghos. The traditional dress is required for Bhutanese when visiting religious sites and government offices. So began our day! We were treated to a visual feast of decoration and colorful Bhutanese in pilgrimage to holy temples and dzongs. This celebration and worship was being played out throughout Bhutan, and by Buddhists the globe over.

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Bhutan Class III Kayaking And Cultural Tour


Kuzusambo la!

Bhutan! It is often referred to as a magical Kingdom. Here are two examples of what just happens there.

Before the first trip began, Phil and I were meeting with Yougs, our good friend and outfitter in Bhutan, for lunch in our hotel restaurant. Suddenly he is bolt upright -on his feet like a soldier, then does a deep bow. We rise and turn to see a top Minister walking briskly toward him, greeting Yougs with kind words and questions as he takes his hand. We bumble into a bow, and he shakes our hands and welcomes us to the country. He then strides past, teenage kids in tow, and sits to eat at the next table. Bhutan Day One: Lunch with the Minister.

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A Little About Prayer Flags In Bhutan

In October and November of this year we will be returning to Bhutan to lead two, 13-day kayaking adventures.  In addition to paddling on Himalayan rivers we’ll take time out to visit monasteries and temples, hike the countryside and learn more about the culture of these gentle, gracious and fun loving people. Between now and our fall departure we’ll have regular postings featuring images and short stories about our past travels there. You can learn more about our trips by boofing over to our website or contact us directly.

Prayer_flags_Bhutan_riverIn Oct

You’ll find these colorful panels of fabric slung across rivers, posted outside of dzongs and temples, in front of houses, at the top of mountain passes and in meadows. They can be a single color vertically tied to a tall pole, or a series of five individual colored panels joined together horizontally by a string. Their shape, color and positioning all have meaning.
We westerners are probably most familiar with the string of five individual flags colored blue, white, red, green and yellow. Mary and I have a string of them over our porch as a reminder of our time spent in Bhutan. Each color represents an element; water, sky, fire, wood and earth. These are printed using wooden-block printing techniques. The print is a series of blessing which Buddhist believe are carried by the wind across the land and into bodies of water to further spread their benefit to all sentient beings.

On ridge clearings you will sometimes see a cluster of vertical poles with long white flags lashed to them.  These are erected to honor a deceased family member in order to guide them to the next life.  When possible there will be as many as 108 of these vertical flags, a number of significance in the Buddhist religion.  Atop these poles is a small wooden disk that represents the lotus blossom. From the disk extends the blade of a wooden dagger, signifying that the Buddhist teachings slice through ignorance and lead the way to enlightenment.

Outside of monasteries, temples, dzongs and other important structures you will find the tallest of the flags.  They are often white with red, blue, yellow and green colored ribbons sewn to them.  The pole is topped by a metal or fabric parasol that is known as the victory banner. This too signifies Buddhisms triumph over ignorance and harmful behaviors.

Most times an astrologer will determine the exact date for placement of the flags. He may also give instructions for the direction, location and color. The lightweight and loose weave of the fabric assures that they will soon begin to erode under the force of the elements, reminding us of the impermanence of all things.

 Buddhist or not, sitting on a mountain pass with the sound of the wind rippling across the surface of the flags, or seeing the play of light on the translucent fabric will pull you into the moment in a present and meditative way. This slideshow is just a teaser.

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Living Large And A First “D” In Bhutan

Dochu la Bhutan

Prayer flags float in and out of my camera frame, pulsing with the light breeze that blows across the Dochu La, the 10,330 ft pass we just summited.  Beyond the flags is a collection of 108 chortens arranged atop a small hill in a neat oval that the road circumvents. Chortens house relics of religious significance and are places of offerings. These are simple, squat and square whitewashed affairs with slate roofs and a gilded crown at their tops. Far in the distance is the Himalayan range and the border between Bhutan and Tibet. Separating us from the mountains is a multitude of lush, deeply carved river valleys.  In two of them, the Mo (mother) and Po (father) rivers will be the focus of the next few days of our kayaking trip. Continue reading “Living Large And A First “D” In Bhutan”