Schoolboys in traditional plaid walk home past cows and cars.
In the capital of Thimphu, traffic is conducted by a white-gloved policeman...not a stoplight in the town.
Men and women with red-stained mouths grin with betel nut intoxication.
Sacred phalluses are painted or carved near doorways for good luck and protection.
Shoppers carry burlap bags to the weekly market since the government outlawed plastic.
We hike high up a cliff to Taksang monastery, 3000 feet above the valley floor.
...returning past a perplexing sign at the trailhead.