|Here's the form to get a license tag for the car.|
At the Immigration Office I ran into Gelay, the man pictured above and the one whose day I hijacked. He's a friend of my nephew Chencho and they were college mates. As we chatted he took my passport and my MC card (MC is short for "Marriage Case," of which I am one), and various papers. He made calls of inquiry on his phone, met twice with the visa officer, loaned me the equivalent of $25 which I'd forgotten to bring to get the stamp in my passport, and even offered me a ride home. He'd come to the Immigration Office on completely different business, which didn't happen because he helped me.
There's quite a bit of economic uncertainty here as the Bhutanese sort out their currency crisis. And there are a lot of changes afoot in the country. Economically it's not a wealthy place. But for me there is still a great sense of abundance that manifests itself in the way people so gladly and generously help each other. It gives me a sense of contentment I can't find anywhere else.