We flew into the metropolis of Paro, which is really unlike any city we have visited so far. For Leah and me, it was redolent of Tibet: wooden buildings, dry terrain, mountains rising on both sides of the river valley, and Buddhist monks of all ages roaming the streets.
The temperature was pleasantly brisk after the oppressive heat of Myanmar. We dug deep into our packs to find the wool hats that we all bought in South America.
Paro itself has some impressive monasteries.
But the best was yet to come. Next entry: the trek into the mountains, where we would reach Tiger's Nest, the remarkable 7th Century monastery clinging to the side of a mountain.
The temperature was pleasantly brisk after the oppressive heat of Myanmar. We dug deep into our packs to find the wool hats that we all bought in South America.
Paro itself has some impressive monasteries.
But the best was yet to come. Next entry: the trek into the mountains, where we would reach Tiger's Nest, the remarkable 7th Century monastery clinging to the side of a mountain.
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