As a boy, I enjoyed browsing picture books of foreign lands, fascinated by the unusual architecture, colourful costumes and customs. When I was finally able to travel, I was disappointed to find that the buildings had become western, even the shops were the same, except for fewer and fewer noteworthy survivors. But most disappointing of all was the almost complete disappearance of local costumes. Just jeans and T-shirt, the same as me.
On my recent trip to Bhutan, I was delighted to find that was not the case. Most men wore the traditional short tunic with knee-length socks and most women wore the traditional skirt, made be winding a length of cloth around their waist.
Pete
