Our First Bhutanese Festival

We were very excited that Paul got back from England just in time for us to go to our first festival together. It was the local festival for our area. Everyone wears their best traditional dress, it was beautiful to see all the bright colours. Amazingly the festival was so very traditional without any Western influences. I had to pinch myself that we were really there amongst it.

Balcony view to watch the dancers.

Oooh, what happened to my husband???

Mr Hatton, the kids PE teacher, with his Mum.

Festival Goers.

Everyone kitted out in their best for the festival.

Some of Paul's beautiful year 3 boys.

Paul & Thomas enjoying momos (dumplings) and chilli.

Momo for me, momo for you.

Thomas looking very smart in his gho.

Paul looking even smarter!

Everyone happy & warm after chilli momos.

We were kindly invited to join a teacher we met from another school and his family for a picnic lunch.

Look at the colour coordination with the background!

The picnicers.

The colourful dancers.

Us with Mr Hatton's mother and some high school girls who offered to nurse Amelie.

All aboard the Chumey Express for the journey home.

Thomas trying out his new slug gun along with every other boy at the festival.