A Walk to Rongthung

After experiencing a bit of cabin fever on Saturday, Scott and I decided to go for a Sunday walk to Rongthung, a small town roughly 5 kilometers down the main road from Kanglung, regardless of what Mother Nature would hand us for weather. We were pretty lucky. Instead of rain, the sun came out and it turned out to a be a perfect day for an easy Sunday walk.

Red hot chilli peppers drying by a window in a shop at Rongthung.

A fruit stand near Rongthung. There are multiple generations in this picture - a son with his father and grandfather. The grandfather is around 84 years old. After Scott and I bought half a kilogram with roughly 70 cents, the son gave us two more pears just because.

Just the father with his scale and pears.

We saw so many butterflies. Beautiful enchanting ones. Here's one I could capture.

The side of the road.


Back in Kanglung. Lunch at Kuenkhor - lassis and momos.

On our walk back to the house, we ran into the Sherubtse football team with the trophy they had just won the day before. When sport teams in Bhutan win a trophy or medal, the tradition is to badger people into giving money to the team. With the money they collect, the sports team can celebrate. At first, when the team mentioned filling the trophy, Scott and I instantly thought of filling it up with some intoxicating liquid, but we were wrong.