Bhutanese prayer flags on our bridge. A gift from friends who spent the new year over there. On trips, they usually fight on the 4th or 5th day of being together non-stop, but in the ten or so days, they didn't fight. Bhutan's magical like that. Plus all basic needs are met, people are happy, as friend said, "they are simple but not simpletons". So no seeds of discord sewn by the materiality of the everyday don't exist.
Seed of discord just by being in the PH, up on the list with the killer buses and the traffic: Termites. Or 'anay' as they are called in the vernacular. Our house is infested with very fast-moving anay in three major parts of the house plus the whole perimeter. Which brings me back to a movie line said by the Chevy Chase character, 'that's not a bridge, those are termites holding hands'. Well, our exterminator, the very able Gal, showed us walls that used to be plywood, but are almost paper thin. He said that the only thing holding it up were anay houses. And it was a pretty big wall. We left trusted D at home to oversee the operation and it's been five hours and no word from him.
If we were living in Bhutan, we'd probably just move out of the house and turn it over to the termites, as they are incredibly Buddhist that way (can't kill anything). But we live in the PH, and here where anay thrives like bean sprouts in soaked cotton, we kill them.
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