Land of the Thunder Dragon
Solange Hando roams through the secret Buddhist kingdom of Bhutan in a trance, caught up in the wonder and strangeness of it all
A policeman who looks no older than a schoolboy waves a bunch of nettles. "For respect," he smiles. "If someone comes barefoot, I sting their legs."
Fortunately, we all have shoes. Here in the mountains of central Bhutan, peasants in their festival best are flocking to the gilded roofs of [ read more ]
