I remember hiking through a small village, up a hill to a temple, and back. I remember a bus ride to a restaurant where we ate. I remember wildlife. But to be perfectly frank, the middle of our trip runs together a bit for me. This is one day in the life of a Bhutanese traveler (Chilip in Bhutanese) and it is a potpourri of images from central Bhutan. Check out the individual captions for their color commentary.
These photos were taken in October 2008 mostly with a Nikon D3.
These photos were taken in October 2008 mostly with a Nikon D3.
Prayer flags are everywhere. The white ones are memorial flags, recognition of the passing of the dead. There seem to be a lot of them. As best I can tell, they are never taken down. Wind, rain and the elements take their toll and they eventually disintegrate ... a powerful metaphor and reminder of how insignificant we are.
Prayer flags are everywhere. The white ones are memorial flags, recognition of the passing of the dead. There seem to be a lot of them. As best I can tell, they are never taken down. Wind, rain and the elements take their toll and they eventually disintegrate ... a powerful metaphor and reminder of how insignificant we are.
