Gas cylinders

This photo goes back to Bumthang. The night before the long drive west I did not sleep well. There was a lot of noise outside, all I could imagine was someone in the fields clanging  pots together to keep the wild boars and the bears away from thier crops. That would not be unusual in the countryside, however we were at the River Lodge in Chamkar. When I woke up there was a traffic jam in front of the gas station and lots of horn honking. A delivery of propane cylinders had arrived the day before and everyone had lined up to exchange their empty cylinders for full ones. They arrive by truck from Phuntsholing, so they make the trek across the bumpy road... 

Here is a photo of the cylinders lined up, in order along the highway below the lodge.