A six-hour scenic drive takes one
from the border town of Phuenishoing to Thimphu, the capital of this
kingdom. Thimphu lies serenely by the side of the willow lined Wand chhu
or Thimphu River. The town is a narrow strip stretched north-south with
parallel roads running along the river interconnected by interesting
by-lanes. Beautifully decorated shops line the main road Norzin Lam in
Thimphu where the handful of tourists stand out amongst the locals
dressed in the colourful traditional dresses of Bhutan.
A visit inside is a must to see
some of the most exquisite examples of Bhutanese weaving, The museum
documents and displays the different patterns and weaves of cloth
produced in different regions of Bhutan used for making gho, the
traditional dress for men, and Kira, the floor-length dress worn by
women. The royal family has donated many items on display and the
richness of the silk brocade dresses and the heavily embroidered caps
and boots that once adorned the royal personages takes one’s breath
away. Further along the road, double-storied white houses with bands of
red and yellow stand proudly with their walls painted with multicoloured
floral patterns, mythical animals and the Tashi Tagye or the eight
auspicious Buddhist symbols, each with a special meaning or religious
significance. These ornate decorations are the most visible of Bhutanese
art forms and are to be encountered everywhere from the interiors of
monasteries to the door jambs of shops and of course, in the hotels and
restaurants for the consumption of the jaw-gaping tourist.
At the end of the road on the
right bank of the river lies Trashi Chhoe Dzong, the impressive
administrative centre that houses the National Assembly, the
Secretariat, the throne rooms and the offices of the King. The dzong, a
generic term for a fort-cum-monastery, was renovated and expanded in the
1960s in the traditional style and continues to be the summer residence
of the Central Monk Body of the country. Within this complex any form of
headgear is prohibited, that privilege being accorded only to the king.
Women are not permitted inside the dzong after sunset. The only time the
rule was bent was in the early Seventies, when during an official State
visit, Indira Gandhi was housed there. The dzong is off-limits to casual
visitors during office hours.
The gates of the Tashiccho Dzong
are flung open around the third week of September for the general public
during the annual mask dance festival or tsechu which is a wonderful
time to soak in the colours and spirit of the Bhutanese mind. A riotous
display of colourful, and to the city bred surreal, attires and masks
worn by the monks brings to life the primeval story of the victory of
good over evil with its various twists, turns and local adaptations
overlaid with Buddhist mythology.
A short trip to Dochula, to the
east of Thimphu, is recommended for a quick taste of "real" Bhutan. The
3,150-metre high pass leads into the valley of Punakha beyond which to
the east lies the Black mountains and thence Bumthang, the cultural
heartland of the Bhutanese. The way to Dochula is amazingly green with
perhaps only two villages enroute. Those picturesque Bhutanese houses.
Placed far apart from each other, complete with apple orchards and small
terraced fields against the backdrop of a hundred per cent green cover
were an environmentalist’s dream come true. From Dochula, the visitor
gets the first peek of the high Himalayas to the snow-capped north. Down
below to the east one sees the green Punakha valley and far away in the
north the Gasa monastery, on the edge of the vast wilderness christened
Jigme Dorje National Park, captures the soul like no magic. On the
outskirts of Thimphu is Simtokha Dzong, the oldest surviving dzong of
Bhutan. Like most other dzongs, it is situated on a hillock guarding the
entrance to the valley; in the olden times it would have served both as
a fortress and a monastery, but with warfare and feuding gone, the
tourist will invariably be greeted by a group of red-robed young
students of the seminary. Some may offer an evening snack made of puffed
rice out of their own ration and then pose for an accompaniment of horns
and percussion. This other-worldly sound in an otherwise silent, aging
edifice gradually puts you under a spell. But just as you are imagining
yourself in a medieval world, a young Bhutanese man traditionally
dressed in gho and leaning against a wooden railing strikes up a
conversation in impeccable English. As he explains some details of
Bhutanese culture and contemporary policies, you are left wondering at
this incredible fusion of the present and the past.