The region of Bumthang is known as ‘the cultural
heartland’ of Bhutan and in coming weeks we will be able to experience this all
over again. During spring we were able to attend a number of local tsechus
(religious festivals) and now it is autumn it seems that festival season is
again upon us.
Early Sunday morning I was googling to find out about a tsechu we hope
to attend this weekend at Thangbi, when I realised that only an hour away, a 3 day
festival was underway at Tamshing Goempa – one of the oldest (dating from 1500)
and most important Goempas in the country built by Pema Lingpa.
A quick call around the local taxi drivers and Bob arranged
transport and an hour later we were on our way!
I’m so pleased we went. We visited Tamshing Goempa the very first
day we arrived in Chamkar back in February. The weather then was cold and
wintery and the temple was mostly quiet and deserted. At the time we didn’t get
to see inside the actual temple complex so our experience was brief.
This time, the weather was warm and sunny in the morning and
the grounds of the temple were alive with flowers and hundreds of local people
dressed in their finest kiras and ghos. Every tsechu we attend is a feast for all
the senses – my eyes jump from person to person admiring the beautiful clothes,
we hear the sounds of ritual instruments: horns and drums and cymbals crashing,
and we smell the thick smoke of the juniper branches being burned to purify the
area.
Tsechus are an occasion for get-togethers and family picnics. |
We sat in the hot sun to watch the first series of masked
dances, and after some time the clouds rolled in.
In between acts of the masked dancers, ladies come on to perform folk dances. |
By lunch time some drizzle
was cooling down the crowd and we took shelter in a temporary restaurant set up on the grounds by the monks to serve food to visitors. We had thick and
delicious puris with ema-datsi, cheese momos and tea and struck up some small
talk with pilgrims at nearby tables.
Xavier was absolutely fascinated by the fairy-floss machine. Young monks and guns! |
After lunch the rain poured down so it was a perfect opportunity to take shelter inside the actual Goempa. In the inner courtyard monks were being dressed for the afternoon's program. It feels quite surprising to see them dressing - and unmasked - but they welcomed our presence. Remy tried on a mask and Xavier played a drum - although all these items are old and sacred, they are not hands off to curious little visitors.
That's Remy in there! |
The inner chapel is surrounded by a dark, stone-paved corridor that we circumambulated three times. From this hallway you can see through windows into the inner chapel, which was brightly lit and decorated with colourful thangkas and rich brocades. Young girls were doing their circumambulations wearing a heavy chain mail shawl over their shoulders, believed to have belonged to Pema Lingpa himself.
Afterwards Bob found a place under the eaves while I was invited into the VIP tent with other tourists as they saw me holding Xavier over my shoulder having a nap! The afternoon monsoon rain poured down as we watched the black-hat dancers enter the courtyard with other monks dressed as
skeletons.Thick smoke circled the stage adding theatrical atmosphere to the already eerie dance.
We are still quite unsure about the deep significance of
these dances, but I do find them compelling and interesting to watch, as much
as I enjoy peoplewatching, the food and the chance to do some ‘window shopping’
at the stalls set up on the perimeter. With at least three more tsechus to
enjoy around the Bumthang area in the next couple of months, there is much to
keep me interested and keen to visit them all.
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