Last night we all went to a bar owned by one of Marie’s colleagues. It was set up like a concert hall with chairs packed in rows and tables in front of each. When we arrived a band was playing – an electric guitar and a drum machine – and a girl was screeching her way through a Bhutanese song. More girls replaced her and once 4 of them got up to dance. These people were all payed staff.
They performed for free until 8pm, but then the girls went around the room getting the men to pay for songs or the right to get up on stage and sing. One of them pressured Dad for 20 minutes until he got up and performed Green Grass of Home. He was the hit of the night.