You know those dreams we all have of turning up to school or office naked? Well, I’ve started having a Bhutanese version. In this dream, I get to the top floor of Chang Lam Plaza where we have our office and realise that I’ve forgotten to put on the belt to my gho. The hem of my gho is now dangling around my ankles and the front is gaping open like a flasher’s coat.
Perhaps I’ve been in Bhutan too long.