Royal Mountain Travel Magazine Inside Himalayas Issue 5 | Page 40

INSIDE HIMALAYAS | NEPAL | TIBET | BHUTAN INSIDE HIMALAYAS | NEPAL | TIBET | BHUTAN The Guest are ‘Truly’ Gods in Bhutan by Kerry Tolson The sun’s soft glow burns off the morning mist and reveals a stand of fluttering vertical white flags, offering prayers for the dead. Golden haystacks dot the rice terraces, and a carpet of glossy red chilies glints from a distant rooftop. An awakening house murmurs: the handle of a bucket clinking, a butter churner gurgling, red rice being placed in the alter-room, the jangling whir of a prayer-wheel. These are the preparations for the day ahead, and I’m eager to join in. Spending the night in a rural family homestay was a high priority for Mal and me on our trip to Bhutan. Visiting this remote Himalayan kingdom requires most travellers to stay in government-approved hotels. But with seventy percent of the population living in rural communities, we were eager to immerse ourselves in an authentic local experience. The Bhutanese are renowned for their hospitality—on a tour you’ll soon forget how to open a door for yourself, pour milk into your tea or carry your own bag. This hospitality extends beyond the boundaries of the tour, though. When wandering through a rural village, children will shyly follow, and men and women greet you with kuzu zangpo la (hello) and an invitation to sip butter-tea (su ja). The response, kadrin chhe la (thank you) rolls off the tongue so many times a day that I sometimes mistakenly used it as a greeting. The tranquility of a rural Bhutanese village. Photo: Sudeep Singh. “Waking to scenery that will forever remain etched in our memories, Mal and I join the family on their morning chores. Milking. By hand. I believe I was a jillaroo in a past life, and I am an old hand with cattle” 40 www.insidehimalayas.com | By Royal Mountain Travel Bone-rattled and dusty from our long drive on Bhutan’s perilous national highway, the Lateral Road (currently in the midst of reconstruction – all at once!) we arrived at the small remote village of Tangsibji. The homestay is in a double storey farmhouse adorned with elaborately painted windows and large carved phalluses dangling from the rafters. Inside it’s rustic and comfortable, and our host family consists of the Strongest Man of Bhutan, Phuntsho Wangdi, his wife Sherab Dem and their three sons. Each year, the quest to find Bhutan’s Strongest Man (Nyagoe) begins with twenty robust men, who are whittled down to five after months of training and testing. The final five compete against each other at the King’s Birthday Celebrations. In addition to displaying feats of immense strength, they must fight – on all fours like a ‘bull’ – until a winner is crowned. Phuntsho’s strength is evident, but it is his gentle teasing humour that radiates brightly. Although he and Sherab speak almost no English, our conversations, peppered with hand signals and smiles, continuously flow. We exchange khatas (ceremonial scarfs) and Australian macadamia nuts, and the kitchen fills with tantalising aromas. The other villagers visit as a feast is prepared. Mal plunges into a bowl of bright red chillies, slicing and de-seeding as Phuntsho guides him in making the national dish, Ema Daste (chili cheese). This is eaten at every meal in Bhutan. I join Sherab, crushing garlic and dicing rid ge-gourd and fiddlehead ferns, to be cooked with cheese to make Nakay Tshoem. When Sherab’s sister arrives, I’m taken upstairs and tucked into a kira – a beautiful long skirt, tied so tightly at the waist I can barely breathe – and a silk blouse, wonju. Mal is handsomely decked out in a gho, although he feels a little exposed and wears his thermal longs so he doesn’t ‘surprise’ anyone. More guests arrive and the singing and dancing begins. There is much giggling and clapping as we are encouraged to join in. When Mal and I break into a small Salsa set and try to give a little lesson, the giggles turn to raucous laughter. Our tastebuds savour the spicy cuisine, intensified by sips of warm homemade ara (rice wine). We sit cross-legged in a circle on wide polished floorboards that would be highly sought after back home. It’s a filling meal, and this www.insidehimalayas.com | By Royal Mountain Travel 41