Next Saturday I have plans to go to Paro for the Tshechu. Each Dzongkag (region, province) has a celebration every year. There are masked dancers, stories told through dance and the Thongdrel (large fabric painting) is unrolled. It is a two to four day festival and a holiday for everyone in the province. The festivities are held at the Dzong which is the local government seat and the regional temple and monastery.
This morning (Thursday) the plans for our school annual Rimdro were announced. It seems that I will be praying, eating and participating in the puja or annual blessing of the school from 6?? or 7?? or 8?? am through until after dinner. This changes my Paro plans. What seems to be the most predictable thing is that plans will change.
All this being said, it is just the way it goes and the way things are done here. For western thinkers - those of us who may want to know what our responsibilities might be- we are very busy treading water and waiting to find out what happens next. For the Bhutanese, it is just life.
P.S. No real sore muscles, neck or anything from playing basketball. Hips a bit tight but I am amazed!!
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