Kira, pins, belt, it was all there, beautifully laid out on the bed, but how do you put on a Bhutanese dress? Perhaps the hotel staff could help?
‘Sorry, madam, there are no ladies on duty at this time.’ So I ended up with two men in my room, struggling with metres of fabric, red and gold, folding this way, that way, under the arm over the arm to no avail. ‘I can’t be late for a Coronation,’ I pleaded, so the youngest ran out into the street to find a woman, any woman, who would know what to do. Minutes later, I made an almost royal appearance at the top of the stairs.
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by Solange Hando
In the massive Tashichho dzong up valley, the monks had been up long before dawn, offering incense and prayers while three precious Buddhist images were unfurled from the eaves. Fresh pine needles were laid on the ground, rice
patterns adorned the red carpet and the first dignitaries filed through the gate, followed by members of the royal family, greeting each other with hugs and kisses, and the President of India, a close ally and only Head of State to be invited, minimising costs at the King’s request.
Bhutan
A NEW DRAGON KING