Bhutan - Lindsay Brown [74]
One of the great Bhutanese vices is chewing doma, also known by its Indian name, paan. The centrepiece is a hard Areca catechu nut that is chewed as a digestive. The nut is mixed with lime powder (the ash, not the fruit), and the whole collection is rolled up in a heart-shaped betel leaf and chewed slowly. It’s a bittersweet, mildly intoxicating concoction and it stains the mouth bright red. When the remains are spat out, they leave a characteristic crimson stain on the pavement.
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There is an array of accoutrements associated with chewing doma that many men carry in the pouch of their gho. The ingredients are carried in ornate boxes and there are special knives designed to slice the nuts.
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EAT YOUR WORDS
Useful Phrases
Where is a …? … gâti mo?
local bar changkha
restaurant zakha
I don’t eat meat. nga sha miza
This is too spicy. di khatshi dû
I don’t like food with chillies. nga zhêgo êma dacikha miga
Is the food good? zhêgo zhim-mä ga?
This is delicious. di zhim-mä
Please give me a cup of tea. ngalu ja phôp gang nang
Do you have food now? chö dato to za-wigang in-na?
It’s enough. digi lâm-mä
Food Glossary
beer (local) bang chhang
whisky (local) ârra
tea ja
water chhu
boiled water chhu kököu
cold water chhu khöm
hot water chhu tshatom
cabbage banda kopi
cauliflower meto kopi
cheese datse
chicken (meat) bja sha
chilli êma
cooked vegetable tshöse tsotsou
corn (maize) gäza/gesasip
egg gongdo
fish ngasha
food zhêgo/to
meat ha
mushroom shamu
mustard päga
noodles bathu/thukpa
potatoes kewa
radish laphu
rice (cooked) to
salad ezay
slices pa
turnips öndo
vegetable tshöse
hot tshatom
hot (spicy) khatshi yömi
tasty zhimtoto
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Thimphu
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ORIENTATION
INFORMATION
DANGERS & ANNOYANCES
SIGHTS
ACTIVITIES
WALKING TOUR
COURSES
FESTIVALS & EVENTS
SLEEPING
EATING
DRINKING & ENTERTAINMENT
SHOPPING
GETTING THERE & AWAY
GETTING AROUND
AROUND THIMPHU
NORTH OF THIMPHU
SOUTH OF THIMPHU
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You approach Thimphu along a winding, single-lane access road, little wider than the trucks that suddenly emerge around each curve. Each blind bend promises a glimpse of your destination; however, for most of the journey all that is revealed is another curve followed by another. The steep hillsides are dotted with houses, some abandoned, their massive earthen walls slowly crumbling, and the occasional white-washed temple. Suddenly the road drops to a modern expressway on the valley floor, whisking you through paddy fields to the capital of one of the world’s most intriguing countries.
Established as the capital in 1961, Thimphu has a youthful exuberance that constantly challenges the country’s conservatism and proud tradition. The ever-present juxtaposition of old and new is just one of its appealing qualities. Crimson-robed monks, Indian labourers, gho- and kira-clad professionals and camera-wielding tourists all ply the pot-holed pavements, skirt packs of sleeping dogs, and spin the prayer wheels of Clocktower Square, and nobody, it seems, is in a hurry. Thimphu is the world’s only capital without traffic lights. A set was installed, but the residents complained that it was impersonal, and so gesticulating, white-gloved police continue to direct the ever-increasing traffic. As well as being a classic Bhutanese anachronism, it may well be the city’s most photographed spectacle.
Thimphu offers the best opportunity to do your own thing. It’s relaxed, friendly and pretty informal, and is most rewarding