Cloud ADVENTURES Irish (ending part 3) In the evening we arrived in the city of Thimphu, the capital of Bhutan. This is a very small town that looks more like a big village. We were settled in a nice hotel, maybe not such a luxury, as before, but I think as a man, accustomed to hardships like I should appreciate the comfort of any level. Several people from our group decided to go into town to look for its nightlife. The evening began in a karaoke bar. I'm not accustomed to this kind of entertainment, and, in truth, I was glad that we thence, finally, gone. Play as drunken locals moo some Bhutanese songs mixed with western pop music was for me a very serious challenge. Then we went to a bar with live music. Better not to become. Never thought I'd live to see the day when I'm out of the bar wants to go home at 11 pm. But that's what I did. And in the night club I went. For one night was enough for me with a vengeance Bhutan nightlife. When I got to the hotel, I could not find my camera! It was especially insulting to lose it, since that day I managed to do a lot of great shots. I thought that would take him to a reception at the hotel, like, out there the last time I used it. I asked the administrator, but unfortunately they could not help. I had a terrible night. For the most part, I prayed, but eventually accepted the fact that the camera is likely someone pulled off the reception. Local dog in every way to help me stay awake and focus completely on his misfortune. The next morning, already in the daylight, I again looked for a camera in his room. Again to no avail. I went down to reception to tell about your problem, much to my surprise, the staff who worked in the past day shift, found my camera and kept it intact. Words can not describe what I felt at that moment. I was in seventh heaven! True, the story with a camera took all my mental strength. When did the next day of our adventure in Bhutan, I was completely devastated. The next few days were pretty quiet. We visited the Bhutanese kind of locks, which are called Dzong. In smaller towns, they usually are the centers of administration and the centers of Buddhism. However, I enjoyed the little things. Men and women are nuts to chew areca palms. These nuts teeth color red, which is then smear and in the face. As a result, people like some strange creature from the movie Batman. In many buildings on the side wall has pictures of penis. Or even two. This is done to improve fertility and bring good luck! The girls liked this custom! Yeah, the symbolism of Buddhism is not confined to the dragons when in the past few days we got to the festival, I can say that it was not so interesting. Apart from the big horns, drums and beautiful costumes look particularly was not on that. All just did what we were looking at some retarded dancers in strange costumes. Most of the dances lasted too long, and I quickly lost all interest in them. I'm used to Irish dance fun, but these were not fast enough for me. But the local was delighted, and I liked taking pictures, as they watch the dancers, and pray, of course, chew areca nuts. Me very much impressed by the young monks who chose their parents at the age of 5-6 years. They study Buddhist teaching for 20-30 years, and the rest of his life residing monks. Festival costumes I think that is much more difficult than it might seem, and I'm a little sorry for them. Is not it a denial of human rights? Whatever it was, I could not help smiling when I saw how the monks speak on a cell phone or listening to music on their value-background. And even in Bhutan, we are very well fed. Meal we were served three times a day, and pay for meals included in tour price, so I was really saved in the five days. But I can tell you where this money went. I bought a tube of toothpaste and a chocolate bar. All it cost 35 ngultrumov (currency of Bhutan, approx. Perevi.). One pound is worth 68 ngultrumov. Madness! Health and education in the country is free, but the state receives $ 65 from each tourist who go on maintaining infrastructure and an adequate level of Gross National Happiness. Punakha Dzong The last evening of the tour I spent writing a blog, and preparation of archery, which is considered a national sport. I'm not very good archer, but we have good fun, and then drank a few beers. The next morning we drove to the airport. Our plane was supposed to take off at 8:45 am, but when we arrived at the airport, it turned out that he left at 6:00. We were not to blame in this incident, so that we could do was sit quietly and watch how excited our guides are trying to solve the problem. We are fortunate on the last flight that day were empty seats, and we flew to Kathmandu. The flight I did not like too strong a turbulence. Since the flight took place over the Himalayas, I just could not stop thinking about the movie "Survive" (a Hollywood movie about how in the Himalayas, the plane fell from the students, and how they survived for 72 days on the mountain, cut off from the outside world Plateau, ca. Perevi.). The rest of my trip will take place in Nepal. Do not know yet what I'll get there. Then I go to Thailand and Southeast Asia! Start material:
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