|7.15 Am, loading our iron horses and preparing to head Jana Tenkha Goenpa.
In the hind, our host’s and others huge traditional Bhutanese houses in Haa.
Upstairs there were three rooms of which two had wooden floors, partitioning one another with mud plastered walls that had bamboo skeletons inside with ample glassed windows on either room. Door was huge wooden planks put together and quite heavy too; it gave an ancient squeaking sound as though a signature to say one is entering into a traditional house built with basic raw materials without using a single iron nail. What a house, what a feeling, just majestic.
“Tashi! …. Tashi, where are you? Tandin, let’s go. Come on, let’s go up.” I pretended I didn’t hear him. A pause and he called out, “Pema, don’t this to me let’s go for a movie!” I seriously didn’t hear this time so I did not pay much heed. A moment of silence and again came in, “Waiiiiiiiiii, Tandinnnnnnnnnn!” Now this time I couldn’t help but laugh out so loud, “Hahahahaha…Hahahaha.” Everyone was in fact laughing way before me, “Hahahahahahha.” Our youngest trekker had the funniest dream with his school friends apparently going somewhere. I recalled and laughed again, “Hahahahaha!”
It was 5.30 AM in the morning bit cold Kinzang woke us with his dream and our laughter woke folks below. We told them the dreamy episode and they laughed louder than us. Glad he woke us early a few minutes past 6 AM and everyone was geared up.
|Pagoda of plates|
Had a quick but very succulent breakfast, then without wasting much time thanked our host for their generous hospitality; bid farewell and off we drove to Janatenkha Goenpa (Monastery) above Haa valley.
|Lob birds basking in the early sun|