Once again I couldn’t write last night because the power to the internet failed, but I have more to write about this morning anyway.
Today is ANZAC Day, when Australians remember those who fell in the war and look to a future where such hostilies never occur. We have no war memorials in Bhutan, but it’s becoming a tradition for Australians, New Zealanders and their Bhutanese friends to visit Changangkha Lakhang (a monestery behind our new home) to light butter lamps and pray to the Bhuddist gods.
It was a small turnout today due to late notice, but the feelings of peace and of friendship between cultures was strong. Two Australians and three Bhutanese shared the lighting of 101 butter lamps before entering the temple proper to make donations of butter and incense.
And finally we headed to a local hotel for a Bhutanese breakfast of fried rice and ezay (chili sauce) to debate the origins of ANZAC Day, lest we forget.