The weather was perfect on these days of riding. Not as cool as New England Autumn, or even coastal N. California, all we needed was some layers to help us adjust to the daily temperature variations and the considerable variations coming from altitude change. This descent into Punakha was 1700m. That’s a long way down.I recall being worried that I’d get another flat, so I paid a lot of attention to debris in the road, and I may have missed a few things. There were monkeys here, but I’m not sure you can see them in the thick forest. Monkeys in the forest, or the forest in the forest
Then, the landscape opened up again, to these yellow and green terraces of which I never tired.
Home among the terraces
Banana Trees
Washing in the river
The Great Dzong at Punahka, at the confluence of the Mo and Po Chu (River).
Just for scale
Dark and Narrow Corridors
Dancing Monks
Monks descending the stairs
From the monastery we headed back to hotel. On our way, we had a very long stop at a post office.
