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Bhutan and a tale of walking a Himalayan tightrope

It is so easily overlooked.

Wedged high in the Himalayas between the two giants of India and China, many people are oblivious to its very existence. 

“You’re going where?

Bhutan might be tiny. It might be remote, but it is grappling with some of the biggest issues a country can face and while so many other nations in the world are runaway trains on a collision course to environmental catastrophe, golden arches and cultural vacuum, Bhutan, from it peaceful eerie is observing it all and hastening slowly. 

It is in a unique position and it knows it.

 

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We have just left Bagdogra airport in western Bengal and have a 20 minute hop to Paro in Bhutan. Stated like that it sounds so easy but far to our left through the aeroplane window, sharp, hard etched peaks are thrusting their way above the soft clouds below. Is that Everest? It must be Everest. It’s not Everest but we are in the company of some serious mountains. And we are drawing close. Dropping below the clouds, steep valleys rise up to greet us. Hillsides reach out to touch us. Literally. We are looking out along the wingtip. Trees. Big and disconcertingly close. Some hundred metres or so from the valley floor we turn to the right. Then bank to the left. Only 16 people in the world fly this route. Touchdown. Breathe.

Our trip to Bhutan has been over thirty years in the planning.

In 1980, in a classroom at Mitchell College of Advanced Education in regional Australia I found myself sitting next to a young Bhutanese boy. We were studying print journalism. Over the next three years we developed a friendship and learnt to write under the critical gaze of future, award-winning crime writer, Peter Temple.

Kinley Dorji was among the first wave of young Bhutanese to travel overseas to study.

We would both agree that we were blessed to find ourselves in Temple’s class because while he withered us with his dry wit and beat us over the head with copies of Strunk & White’s The Elements of Style, ultimately he gave us the gift of language and the ability to write.

Bhutan has been sending its young people overseas for decades to study. While about 70% of the kingdom’s population are farmers, its power brokers and decision makers are highly educated with strong connections in the wider world.

They have to be. Overseas money is critical to Bhutan’s future. So too, those cutting edge relationships that allow them to cherry pick the best of the industrialised world and negotiate a sustainable forward future.

As I was to meet my future husband during those college years – the son of a farmer from nearby Oberon – Kinley was to meet his future wife – Pek Siok Sien, a Singaporean student – also studying journalism at Mitchell.

We might not have realised it at the time but our destinies were sealed.

In the early 90s the phone rang at our home in Bathurst and as a rich, deep voice growled out a familiar “Marrrrrrrgg” I instantly knew it was him. “Where are you?” I asked. “In Morrisset Street.” Five blocks away. “Well get yourself up here. Pronto!”

He was on his way to Canberra where Tim Fischer, then Leader of the National Party, was holding a dinner and talk by Kinley to help build ties with Bhutan. Fischer has since served as Australia’s Special Envoy to Bhutan and for many years was Co-Chair of the Australia Bhutan Friendship Association.

In all, he has made 10 visits to the country. He is obviously hooked and it is the people, “with their thoughtful ways”, that continue to draw him back. That, and the tranquility of the country itself.

“Surviving as a cohesive, tiny nation in a troubled part of the world, whilst remaining in peace and sustainably progressive on the economic front are Bhutan’s greatest challenges,” says Fischer. “Against the odds, they are doing well, as a country and as a new democracy, helped by the Gross National Happiness concept. Long may this continue to be the case.”

The children are walking home from school. In groups of twos and threes dawdling and laughing their way along the roadsides, all in traditional dress, colours reflecting their schools – deep blues, pinks, soft mauves and greens. We have spent five days traveling through the mountainous countryside of western Bhutan, accompanied by our guide and driver from morning till late afternoon, and throughout the villages and cities, nearly everyone wore traditional dress. But as we approach Thimpu, our guide warns us that in the capital we will notice a difference. Television and the internet were introduced to the country in 1999. With them came music videos and western dress, Ray-Bans and a spike in crime. Many teenagers in Thimpu look like they’ve stepped off the streets of Bangkok. I understand the attraction but I am sad that they are falling for those global trappings, wanting to be modern, to be different, yet unknowingly becoming the same.

I had been in email contact with Pek during the lead up to the trip and a couple of weeks out, she’d written to say that Kinley was going to be out of the country and we might miss him. I was quietly devastated. Visiting Bhutan is an expensive exercise, not one to be easily repeated.

Bhutan has been working its way to democracy for centuries but it wasn’t until a dramatic turn of events in 2005 – when the much loved King Jigme Singye Wangchuck abruptly announced his abdication in favour of a democratic system – that democracy was suddenly thrust upon the Bhutanese whether they wanted it or not. Democratic elections were held for the first time three years later. While Kinley had worked as a journalist for most of his life – establishing and editing Kuensel, the first English speaking newspaper in the country – in 2009 my friend found himself working within the newly formed government and has spent the last six years as Secretary for Information and Communications. In 2006, he was awarded the red scarf and the title of Dasho, a Bhutanese honour equivalent to a knighthood in England.

Few people are as well positioned as he to discuss the pressures that Bhutan faces as it tries to embrace the best of the developed world while doggedly striving to maintain its traditions, values and environment amidst increasing globalisation. He has had to develop a thick skin. On the one hand he wants Bhutan to be a progressive country. On the other, he doesn’t want it to lose its soul.

“The key difficulty that the government faces, moving forward, is the onslaught of materialism and consumerism, values that come with globalisation, with the media being a strong force in this process.

Bhutan believes that human development must have a higher goal – happiness of the people – therefore Gross National Happiness, an intended pun on Gross National Product (now GDP), which is the widely accepted measure of development.”

“While many people agree that it is time to reduce consumption and save the planet, societies and countries refuse to go beyond GDP. Even as we stress GNH at home, the powerful force of globalisation is taking a toll on our traditional culture, the pristine environment, and on the people, particularly the youth.”

Six years of democracy has had an impact too.

“It has left many people a little unsettled. A small population that existed as an extended family is feeling the impact of party politics. Campaign mudslinging has threatened to turn differences into divides, sometimes splitting families and communities. Bhutanese were not used to criticising each other in public. But I think that this process may be necessary to gain political maturity. We need to learn to agree to disagree.”

Safeguards are in place to help navigate a way forward and that’s where Bhutan’s controlled tourism policy, instigated in 1974, comes into play.

To travel in Bhutan you must book your visit through a registered tour company and you must be accompanied by a guide throughout your visit unless you are invited as a personal or official guest. Cameras are forbidden within the inner sanctums of the dzongs and temples to avoid advertising their treasures to potential thieves but perhaps more importantly to provide a form of cultural insurance that protects its precious artworks from being replicated, appropriated and abused in a borderless online world.

Every visitor pays a tourist fee to visit Bhutan. That fee, depending on group numbers, translates to between $200 and $250US per day and while that might sound expensive, especially for a family (which it is), it does cover everything – your guide, transport, accommodation, food and entry fees to all facilities. When you take into account that it also includes a $70 contribution to community projects it is not unreasonable. The only thing you have to put your hand into your pocket for is alcohol and gifts. Students are entitled to significant discounts and it is worth talking to different tour companies to try and negotiate the best rate because as we discovered, talking to other travelers, the discount varies dramatically from company to company.

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Bhutan is curing my fear of heights. I have no choice in this. There is no escaping them. Sheer cliffs line every road to every where. Today we did a white knuckle drive to Punakha from Thimpu, a two and half hour journey over the mystical Dochula Pass. The road is a work in progress due to be completed in 2015 but today it was all mud and earthworks, financed by Austrian money, built by Indian workers. 

Traveling in Bhutan is no stroll through Tuscany. You can’t meander your way through soft countryside from village to village. Your travel rewards have to be fought for. In Bhutan, life is largely lived in the valleys but between each valley are mountains covered in dense, aromatic forests. As the road worsened we were questioning our decision to make the trip to Punakha but as the forest gave way to lime green rice terraces washed by afternoon light and the massive edifice of the Punakha Dzong sitting proud and strong at the confluence of two wide, fast flowing rivers we looked at each other and said, yes it was worth the trip.

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punakha valley

The Punakha Valley is thought by some to be the most beautiful in Bhutan. It was the ancient capital, its 17th century dzong the site of the current king’s wedding. Many of the royal family hail from Punakha and have estates along the river. We happened upon the weekly Saturday food market, a riot of fresh chillies and local produce picked that morning. This was one of my favourite moments of the week’s visit. Our guide was great company and extremely helpful and accommodating but as independent travelers, this was our first ever experience of having one. The Punakha market was a chance to just wander and connect with the locals, the relaxed informal way we would normally choose to travel. I could have spent the whole morning there lapping up the colour of the food and the community. I had to be dragged away.

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punakha market

I’ve read that Bhutanese cooking can be summed up by three words “Water, butter, boil.” Each lunch and evening we’d be presented with five or six small dishes to share as a family. There would always be a dish of the local red rice, there might be a small meat dish, usually chicken, and the rest would be a variety of vegetables (buttered and boiled) and a salad or two. And always a dish of ema datchi – the ferociously hot chilli and cheese – the one dish we’d struggle to finish despite being regular chilli eaters at home. Simple food, fresh and tasty. Not over the top. No waste. I wasn’t sure what to expect food-wise on the trip but with growing tourism numbers, restaurants are doing their best to provide food that satisfies western tastes. The same goes for accommodation. Again we were unsure what to expect but were pleasantly surprised to find a very comfortable level of accommodation. If you’re prepared to pay more than the standard rates, the sky is the limit.

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Back in the capital I learnt that Kinley had cut short a trip to The Philippines to join us for Sunday night dinner at his home in Thimpu. With one smiling “Marrrrrrrgg” the decades washed away. Despite the weight of his role he was full of the same mischief, enjoying I think, being able to step aside from his official role and relive, if only briefly, a memory of carefree university days. For me, this was all I’d really hoped for in this long wished for trip – a quiet, relaxed chance to catch up with old friends.

Many red wines later we agreed to meet the following morning at the annual Drubchen Festival in the courtyard of the Thimpu Dzong. We arrived early and immediately felt underdressed as thousands of locals arrived in their exquisitely embroidered finery to watch the ceremonial dances performed by masked monks. The fabrics of Bhutan have to be seen to believed – especially en masse. Swept up in a flowing river of colour we entered the dzong and found ourselves caught in a tight crush as people tried to enter the inner precinct while others tried to exit. A hot human impasse. Then all of a sudden Kinley, fully dressed in red scarf, ceremonial boots and robes, appeared in front of us. It was like Moses parting the Red Sea. For the first time, I fully appreciated his standing within his country.

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Desel, Maddy, Kinley, Steve, Darcy and me at the Drubchen Festival in Thimpu.

Desel, Maddy, Kinley, Steve, Darcy and me at the Drubchen Festival in Thimpu.

tigers nest bhutan

It is our last day in Bhutan. We left the hotel at dawn and are the first on the trail to the iconic Tiger’s Nest Monastery. The monastery itself is hidden high above us in the early morning fog. For a moment at least, the mountain is ours. We have been building up to this walk all week, bit by bit acclimatising ourselves to the altitude, walking through 4000m forests filled with towering blue firs and rhododendrons and fields carpeted in delicate wildflowers including a rare edelweiss. We have made our way past ghostly groups of white prayer flags, been welcomed and revived with sweet tea and roasted rice in a remote nunnery and allowed to watch an annual ritual which in eleven years of visits, our guide had never seen. Dogs have followed our travels at every point and here they are again walking with us to the Tiger’s Nest. I have been nervously anticipating this climb for months, particularly worried about the sheer 700 metre drops to the valley floor below. We stop half way for a simple breakfast that Penjo (our guide) has organised for us and as we sit quietly, the fog lifts and the Tiger’s Nest reveals itself. In Bhutan they talk a lot about Gross National Happiness. The concept, developed in the 1970s, implies that sustainable development should take a holistic approach towards progress and give equal importance to non-economic aspects of wellbeing. At this moment, sitting on a quiet mountainside in the Land of the Thunder Dragon, sharing this as a family, my own happiness levels are off the scale.

marg climbs the tigers nest

All those training sessions pay off!

In 1998 The Tiger’s Nest was consumed by fire and the impact of the inferno ricocheted its way around the globe attracting international sympathy and support. Try to imagine the impact of losing an Eiffel Tower or a Colosseum. The Tiger’s Nest, known as Taktshang to the Bhutanese, holds a similar power in the national psyche. It was devastating. Four days later, King Jigme Signye Wangchuck visited the charred remains of Taktshang and announced that no effort should be spared to restore the monastery to it former glory. Seven years later there it was, clinging to the precipice, a beacon of traditional architecture and modern engineering.

An essential part of Bhutan’s cultural heritage are the thirteen traditional arts and crafts that have been practiced for centuries. While it might be difficult to find a trained plumber or carpenter in Bhutan, it is not difficult to find woodcarvers and master painters. Not only was the building restored to its former glory but modern artisans were able to recreate the intricate artistic beauty of the monastery’s former interior. In typical Bhutanese style, the ancient arts had been respected, preserved and encouraged.

Leaving early to climb to Taktshang was a wise choice. It was cool and quiet and we were able to clamber its paths unhindered by other tourists. We were the first over the threshold and had the monastery pretty much to ourselves. Descending was a different story. It was hot. The tourist groups had arrived, so too the packs of horses that trample and destroy the path, carrying overweight tourists up its steep slopes. We had had the best of it.

Enjoying a traditional hot stone bath scented with sprigs of valerian.

Enjoying a traditional Bhutanese hot stone bath scented with sprigs of valerian.

The trek to Taktshang has become, for me, a metaphor for the dilemma Bhutan faces as it inches its way into the 21st century. Wedged between two mighty cliff faces it looks so fragile, precariously clinging to its rock shelf and as the world saw in 1998, nothing is forever, it can all be lost in the blink of an eye. It is unique and wonderful in the true sense of the word. Underlying its staggering beauty, centuries old cultural roots and modern engineering techniques now give it its best chance of survival. It should be shared with the world. But as we negotiate the descent, dodging skittish horses, puffing tourists and a trail torn up by tourist traffic, I start to get a sense of what is at stake. How many visitors can this sacred site handle? It’s a Catch 22. The tourist dollars are hugely important for Bhutan’s economy but at what price?

Bhutan is no Shangri-la. There are problems with alcohol and over 70% of the population are regular beetle nut users. When the government clamped down on immigration in the 1990s, afraid of a demographic threat in a populous neighbourhood, about 60,000 ethnic Nepali people were displaced to refugee camps in Nepal. For the two decades that followed, over 100,000 people lived in camps in eastern Nepal. While many have been relocated to western countries, approximately 25,000 still languish in the camps.

There is no getting around it. Bhutan has been and continues to be on a mission to protect its people, its culture and its land. In 1985 the government invoked codes that mandated the use of dress, language and architectural style that reflected the majority Drukpas. In 2004 it began to enforce a total ban on tobacco sales and smoking in public. You can’t visit the country without a 24/7 guide. If you were married to Bhutan, you could be forgiven for thinking you’d taken up with a control freak.

But the fact remains that Bhutan is one of the world’s last remaining diversity hot spots. In 1995 Bhutan’s national assembly declared that 60 percent of the country must remain forested, including 26 percent that is set aside as protected. Currently it stands at 72%. For now at least, their environment is in safe hands. Their grandchildren’s grandchildren will be able to enjoy it. What price are you prepared to pay for that?

It is a week since we left Bhutan and I am sitting on the rooftop of the Hotel Splendid View, what turns out to be the tallest hotel in Pokhara, Nepal. This is my first visit but my husband was here in 1980. He tells me that back then, there were only two hotels and grassy fields all along the lake, that it was just like Bhutan today. But Pokhara in 2014 – the trekking gateway to the spectacular Annapurnas – is a city of over a quarter of a million people and we are surrounded by over 70 hotels, many of them high-rise, jammed around the foreshore. I have woken early and have just read the final chapter of Kinley’s gentle collection of short stories Within the Realm of Happiness. I am left thinking that many industrialised countries would do well to look a little closer at Bhutan’s Gross National Happiness model. As Kinley says in the final pages of his book (after a visit to the Netherlands to take part in a mutual sustainability project called the Sustainable Development Agreement (SDA))…

“The pursuit of development, widely misinterpreted as purely economic development, needed better goals…. Despite the staggering economic successes of the industrialised society, and all the wealth of democratic values, I was learning that highly developed countries, including the Netherlands, were beginning to find something missing. Material wealth had not brought the happiness which, perhaps, is our ultimate search.

…Gross National Happiness, with its emphasis on preserving the environment, encompasses sustainable development. The Bhutanese people’s intuitive belief in the interdependence of all life forms is perhaps a basis for thinking on climate change and ecological balance.

I did not have a clear grasp of the concept of Gross National Happiness. But, like several other Bhutanese and the Dutch proponents of SDA, I was struggling to find it. In that sense we symbolised Bhutan’s attempt to define human development and progress.”

Sitting at my desk, back home in Australia, thinking about all these complexities, I am reminded of John Donne’s words from ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’

No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

As much as Bhutan would like to hold on to its uniqueness, in the 21st century, no country is an island. We are all a part of the main. The internet, for one, knows no borders.

Bhutan does not have all the answers.

But it has some.

Are they the right ones?

Time will tell.

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The subtle effects of Bhutan and where to from here …

This isn’t a travel piece on Bhutan.

This is a piece about the after effects of Bhutan, for Steve and I discovered only yesterday that it has quietly, pervasively, had a profound effect on both of us.

It’s also a review of Jane Gleeson-White’s new book Six Capitals.

And it’s also about saving the world from environmental disaster and finding a place of peace in the process.

Not my everyday blog lol.

Better get a cuppa.

Just to give you a little back story … the reason Bhutan has long been on our wish list is because I studied journalism (here in Bathurst) with a boy from Bhutan and a girl from Singapore in the early 80s. They ended up getting married and have spent their lives in the Land of the Thunder Dragon, a tiny kingdom to the east of Nepal in the Himalayas. Bhutan is the country that espouses Gross National Happiness (as opposed to GDP) and after spending most of his life setting up and editing the country’s first English speaking newspaper, for the past six years (following the king’s abdication to make way for democracy) our friend Kinley has found himself in the role of Secretary for Information and Communication. When our daughter Madeleine was heading to Nepal with friends we suggested dovetailing into the front of her trip with a week as a family in Bhutan. That was in October just past.

We, like everyone else who visits Bhutan (unless you are invited as a guest), spent the week traveling with a guide and driver but despite the formal arrangements we were able to break away and catch up with Kinley and Pek throughout the week.

On leaving, Kinley left me with this, a book of gentle short stories he’s written that captures the spirit and values of the Bhutan he knows and loves. Values that are being seriously challenged as the country slowly opens its doors to the developed world.

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During a very busy three and a half weeks we had three days in both Bangkok and Siem Reap, the week in Bhutan, a week in Nepal and finished with four days in Delhi. The contrasts between those destinations were acute and that’s for another piece but Bhutan is the one that’s stayed with us.

Upon return, a stint in hospital. A quiet recovery. Down time to reflect – for both of us.

Devouring books.

Including this one which I just have to share with you … Jane Gleeson-White’s Six Capitals ~ the revolution capitalism has to have – or can accountants save the planet?

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The dog tags represent insights and aha moments. I couldn’t put it down which is astounding given that it’s largely about economics and environmental law.

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You know me. I’m not an economist, I’m not a political animal, I’m just an individual who has been, in her own way, worrying about the state of the world, the increasing power of corporations, the pervasive ‘endless more’ value system we see in the developed world and ultimately concerned that the environment will be the biggest casualty.

 

In a nutshell, Gleeson-White is putting forward a case that just as the agricultural and industrial revolutions spawned accounting practices to cope with rapidly changing economies, a completely new accounting system is now needed in the technological age to capture and measure all the ‘externalities’ that aren’t included in standard double entry accounting or GDP figures.

And the big one that is missing, the elephant is the room … is nature.

“The problem of externalities is best expressed by former World Bank economist Raj Patel in his hypothetical ‘$200 hamburger’. In this thought experiment Patel estimated the real cost of a McDonald’s Big Mac to be $200. The reason that Big Macs sell for almost one-hundredth of this figure is that their price does not account for their real costs. These include their carbon footprint, their impact on the environment in terms of water use and soil degradation, and the enormous health-care costs of diet-related illnesses such as diabetes and heart disease. Traditional accounting models do not take these costs into account, but they still have to be paid; it is just that the McDonald’s Corporation does not pay them. We do. Society as a whole pays, in the form of environmental disasters, climate change, the depletion of natural resources and higher health costs.”

It is one of many examples she cites.

She describes how, since the 1970s, numerous attempts have been made around the world to try and build these intangible externalities into a new ‘integrated’ accounting framework. The six potential capitals that would be included are: financial capital, manufactured capital, intellectual capital, human capital, social and relationship capital and finally natural capital. The sad fact is though that financial capital will always win out because “the corporation as we know it, is legally bound to make decisions in favour of financial capital.” Corporations currently exist to make profits for their shareholders. Hang the rest.

The six capitals model is noble but ultimately I think it lacks teeth. It’s like asking a gummy octogenarian to try and eat a steak. I think there’s also something profoundly tricky in expecting corporations, whose sole raison d’être to date has been to make profit, to now expect them to change their value system. How can we trust them to tell their stories truthfully? And even though there are some amazing corporations trying to do amazing things it still, to me, feels like applying band-aids to a cancer patient. Over at the guesthouse at Duckmaloi there is a 50 year old washing machine that still works as well as the day it was bought. Why can’t modern corporations do that today? Some are yes, but while the current model is to make profit, no, I can’t trust corporations to do the right thing.

What interested me far more in the book is the idea of giving nature legal rights.

“In 1972, legal scholar Christopher D. Stone published an article called Should Trees Have Standing?: Toward legal rights for natural objects, which challenged the legal precedent that trees–nature–are objects and therefore have no rights in law. Stone argued instead that trees should be given legal rights … He argues that just as over the centuries we have extended legal rights to an increasing number of human beings – including slaves, women, children and racial minorities – and granted legal personhood to various inanimate things such as trusts, ships, nation states and the ubiquitous corporation itself, so it is time to extend these rights of legal personhood to nature.”

Boom!

Think about it.

The Alaskan Coast vs Exxon, The Gulf of Mexico vs BP. Perhaps I’m oversimplifying Stone’s argument, possibly not. But the fact is, it’s happening, very, very slowly.

“On 15 October 2012, Bolivia passed the world’s first law granting all nature equal rights to humans: the Framework Law on Mother Earth and Integral Development to Live Well … The Inclusion of ‘Integral Development to Live Well’ refers to Bolivia’s indigenous philosophy of ‘vivir bien’, which is central to a new body of legislation passed by the country since 2006. It is defined as ‘a civilizational and cultural alternative to capitalism based on the indigenous worldview’ that ‘signifies living in complementarity, harmony and balance with Mother Nature and societies, in equality and solidarity and eliminating inequalities and forms of domination. It is to Live Well among each other, Live Well with our Surroundings and Live Well with ourselves.”

Oh Bolivia!

And while we’re in the neighbourhood a quick look at Costa Rica.

“In 1997, Costa Rica became a pioneer in the developing world when it introduced its own payments for ecosystems services …. to pay landowners for the services provided by the forests on their land … The results have been impressive. Not only have Costa Rica’s forests and natural areas been protected since the launch of the program in 1997, but large tracts of ruined land have also been restored. In the late 1980s, only 21% of Costa Rica was covered by forests; by 2010 that had risen to 52%. This was accompanied by improvements in the country’s living standards and energy savings. In 1985, only half of Costa Rica’s energy came from renewable sources. By 2010, this figure had risen to 92%.”

92%!

Don’t get me started on Australia’s environmental standing at the moment.

But while we’re in our own neighbourhood it’s worth mentioning that in September 2012, a river in the North Island of New Zealand, the Whanganui River, became a legal person.

Boom!

solar fountain

I am sitting at our kitchen table looking out at a beautiful blue day. We have a little solar powered fountain in the garden. It still blows me away that it needs no traditional power.

These past couple of weeks I have been forced to lay low, to take things quietly.

And it has been the most beautiful gift.

Ultimately for me, life comes down to values. I was so pleased to see Gleeson-White reflect on this. Kinley, too, when he signed our book. Every time I’ve ever been in an unhappy workplace there’s been a rub of values. The same with relationships. The value of ‘endless more’ is at the heart of my concerns about the current trajectory of Corporation Earth. Endless more does not preserve our environment. Endless more is not making us happy. It is doing the exact opposite, especially for those who are at risk of having endless less.

I believe the Bhutanese are on to something with their Gross National Happiness model. As Kinley said to me, “My main concern is that a small country with big ideas may not be able to change a big world with small ideas.” Touche.

Apart from the Buddhist beliefs that permeate every layer of society, the Bhutanese spend their lives living in the shadow of the Himalayas. It has a way of keeping you in your place. It makes you realise how small you are in the scheme of things. That every living creature has its place. Even cats ;)

even cats

 

It has definitely left its mark on us.

 

Congratulations Jane on a superb book. I’ve just scratched at the edges here. Friends, if you’re interested, it’s available here.

Unless Kinley has a stash of books somewhere, his is a little more difficult to find.

Have a beautiful Christmas. Be kind to the planet. Be kind to each other.

Thanks so much for being here this year.

I love our little quiet corner of the internet.

loads of love.

Marg

xx

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A bag full of glimpses …

It is dark. And still.

The storm and lightening have passed and compared to an hour or two ago it is relatively cool.

We are staying in The River Garden and down below in the open kitchen, the girls have stopped laughing.

It is late.

They are making their way home along the river. Apsaras all. The loveliest compliment I can give a Cambodian girl. So gorgeous. And funny.

We are lapping up the peace after the frenzy of Bangkok.

I am milking the last moments of a happy night learning to play Briscola with the kids.

The frogs are filling the garden with their deep throated tubercular croaks.

It’s been too quick a detour but what can I tell you …

 

 

Three days in Siem Reap will buy you a bag full of glimpses.

 

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Frozen moments at Angkor Wat.

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Time and her entourage of characters will march right before your eyes …

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You will see colour everywhere you turn …

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And if you make a journey to a lost city in the dark you will see a sunrise, perhaps a sunrise that happens only twice a year and crowns a temple in gold.

sunrise angkor wat

You will see the most intricate stories. And bas-reliefs that will blow your mind…

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Hidden passages that lead to doorways bathed in blinding sunlight …

monk angkor wat

Seductive reminders of a world long gone …

reliefs at angkor wat

But still remembered.

dancer at bayon temple

 

You will see it all.

 

However, sometimes it’s not about what you see.

 

It’s about what you don’t see.

 

headless statues angkor wat

 

In three days in Siem Reap we saw no elders.

Not one.

We were treated with kindness and warmth and surrounded by smiles.

But there was not a toothless one among them …

Cambodia is a country playing catchup.

A country that has lived through storm and lightening.

Three days will buy you a bag full of glimpses but it’s what I didn’t see that has left its mark.

 

it is never too late to be what you might have been

 

And now makes me want to return.

 

 

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    Hi I’m Margaret. I live in Australia.
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    over at red moon creative.
    When I'm not there, I'm here and now, doing my own creative happy dance – primarily to avoid housework and other
    high impact activities. read more...

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