The odor of the flowers was horrible....the stink was pungent at more than five feet away. As I got closer, the smell dissolved and before me was a moment in time. Flies whirling around the center of the lotus blossom. Beautiful.
Trongsa Dzong. Monks and government officials, busy with the remains of the day.
Not the happiest of campers.
No bad shot of Taktsang near Paro, Bhutan.
Death is, literally, over your threshold.
Hours in this one spot.
Monks and Chicken.
