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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Hopes dashed

There was a call from the delivery people. They got to the school gate, with my jacket. Ugyen was not there, but that was not the problem. The school would not let them in. Sounds crazy? Not really. Schools are government places, and Bhutanese are required to dress accordingly. Trousers are not appropriate, unless you are in the police. The police are permitted to be inappropriate.
Damn, damn, damn!

I wrote a fairly snarky letter suggesting that they either wear a gho (traditional male dress), or phone Ugyen when they get to the gates. She can then go and collect my jacket. 

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