Today a dozen of my ducklings and I went for a picnic.
They chose the most lovely spot near town that I'd never been: Army Camp.
It is kinda like the PMQ's at CFB Greenwood except with communal outdoor toilets, horses, and an archery range:
One of my students who lives at Army Camp introduced me to her mother, who was weaving a kira:
The girls played with their Barbies (whose hair and clothes they'd sewn themselves) and they taught me how to play "burs." It is a simple game; you toss burs at your friend's clothes and laugh when they adhere.
Meanwhile, the boys took photos of eachother doing various tricks and played on a rusty bicycle with no breaks or tires.
And, like at all Bhutanese picnics, everyone consumed an insane volume of food and then worked it off with football.
On the 2 km walk back to town, we stopped by the local pig pens.
Did you know that a sow can stand on her hind legs to look over a fence? She can!
We then ran into a schoolmate carrying a fuzzy tail pelt which we tried on in various ways:
We then took a detour down to the river to skip stones:
You also have to pick up a stone to offer at an indented rock where, according to local legend, Lord Buddha meditated after defeating a demon.