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try to describe and name each of the wonderful edifices we visited. Suffice it
            to say, we admired the architecture and enjoyed the visits immensely and

            found each one intriguing, foreign, and in many ways quite mystifying since

            we are not really very conversant with Buddhism and its many myths and

            rituals.


            Visits to two of these dzong-based monasteries provided deeply moving and

            revelatory  experiences  for  us.  At  the  Thimphu  Dzong,  we  heard  chanting
            and  bell-ringing  wafting  across  the  central  courtyard  as  we  entered.  We

            made some stops at paintings and statues so Kelzang could explain them to

            us but gradually the music became a strong magnet pulling us to follow the

            sounds. We were allowed to go into the temple (barefooted) but not to use

            cameras. We sat alongside the altar a little removed from it while a yellow-
            robed lama on a raised throne and his fellow monks in red were spread on

            the floor in rows in front of the altar, which was adorned with fruit, flowers

            and  water  vessels.  The  monks  were  intoning  in  monotones  while  drums

            beat  a  cadence  and  the  temples  bells  were  jangling  discordantly.  Kelzang

            explained  to  us  that  the  monks  were  saying  special  prayers  for  the  head
            abbot  who  was  in  Bangkok  undergoing  surgery  for  a  life-threatening

            condition.  We  sat  on  the  floor  with  our  legs  folded  beneath  us

            (uncomfortable after only a short time) listening. At last, the monks began

            using the strange “throat singing” we had heard before in recordings. At the

            same time, larger drums came out and the long (3 yards) horns whose bells
            actually  must  rest  on  the  floor  were  sounded.  The  throat  singing  is  very

            unusual and difficult to describe because it is so guttural yet musical. The

            tones produced are very low, much lower than the lowest operatic bass you

            have  ever  heard,  and  very  throaty  and  almost  growly.  But  the  ceremony

            must  have  produced  something  miraculous  because  as  the  cacophony

            reached its greatest stridency, a flight of pure white pigeons rose up from
            the courtyard outside and behind the lama and flew towards the heavens.
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