Buddist Bhutanese don't fish as it opposes their philosophy
but they will eat fish if someone else catches and kills it.
Harry (in foreground) & Nick.
I found out Harry has never caught a trout in his whole life.
Unlike Harry, HRH keeps his pole tip up and sits with his feet
in the water. HRH caught a trout after just a few casts.
HRH also brought chocolate for the locals which must be good
for one's Karma.
Mele loves fishing!
Oddly this first fishing spot was not as great as it seems.
It was very close to town near what looked like a water treatment
plant and it was the access point the Tibetan Refugees use to
do their laundry. The visible garbage floating in the water
made us joke nervously. We started calling all the plastic bags
'jellyfish'. There was a stench in the air, but it turns out
to be from a rotting cow carcass. The refugees coming to the
river look very poor. Robin trys to tell me that the Tibetan
Refugees are all business people. He says they sell apples and
things. But their little ramshackle hovels of bits of wood an
wriggly tin are small, crowded, muddy and unsanitary.
A little while after HRH caught his first fish we drive futher
out for a good hour to a second location. It was amazing! It
was quiet, beautiful, clean and fish were jumping all over the
Eric was more excited by the Monastery perched on a cliff far
Harry tried a few different lures.
HRH caught another trout.
HRHcaught two fish on this day but March 2nd is a special day
in Bhutan. It marks the beginning of a 'no killing' month. For
one month it is against the law to slaughter new meat (we are
told the locals all stock up). So, our guides kept HRH's fish
alive in water and then threw them back into the stream when