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Momo Madness

March 31, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment

Being in Bhutan means adjusting how you celebrate March Madness. This year we filled out our brackets with momo restaurants instead of basketball teams.

Momos are the ubiquitous fast food of Bhutan. They can be found from high-end tourist restaurants to street-level hawkers. I’ve eaten them in hospital canteens, at picnics, off plates and out of plastic bags. They were even offered as a post-race snack at the Bhutan International Marathon.

Usually steamed, these little dumplings traditionally come in two flavors, meat (ground beef) or vegetarian (cabbage-cheese mixture). Occasionally fried, they always come 5 to a plate, with a good-sized dollop of chili.

Oddly, momos are not Bhutanese at all, but a Tibetan import. And like many things Tibetan, they flourish outside their Chinese-occupied homeland.

Having eaten hundreds of momos, and inspired by our friends Eat Your World, we decided to create a momo-lovers guide to Thimphu. So, for any future volunteers, or tourists who can escape the guide-approved trail of bland buffets, we offer to you the standouts of the Thimphu momo scene.

Please note, only veg momos were sampled during our research, as most were had during one of Bhutan’s meatless months.

#1 Momo Corner


Nestled next to the rice merchant’s area of the weekend market, these have to be our favorite momos in the capital. It is said the 5th king enjoys eating here. However, royal recognition is not the sole reason for their popularity. They seem to have the highest cheese to cabbage ratio (a bonus in our book) and both steamed and fried are on offer. Only open on market days, seating is sparse so be prepared to jostle.

#2 Zambala 1

Just above the Hong Kong market, don’t confuse this with the unrelated Zambala 2. The second iteration is an spacious second-floor restaurant near the traffic circle. Where as Zambala 1 is the quintessential momo dive, located  down a small alley with plastic chair seating and camp-level hygiene standards. Locals agree this was the best momo in all of Thimphu until Momo Corner came to town. Many loyal adherents still claim they’re the best. An added bonus of Zamabala 1, is the option to wash down your snack with a cold beer.

Notable Mentions:

Coffee Culture–
A hip coffee bar for upscale Bhutanese, these guys offer the national dish, Ema Datsi, stuffed into a steamed momo. Consider ordering something to quench the fire, as Ema Datsi is strips of dried red chili floating in a cheese sauce.

Burger Point–
Also in the Hong Kong market neighborhood, our favorite on the menu is the potato momo. These little morsels are pure comfort food. Imagine snacking on steamed packets of chive spiced mashed potato.

Busy Bean–
Having organized the first ever Thimphu momo crawl, byerswithoutborders was excited to hear that the coffee shop on the first floor of the ……… hotel offered a Nutella momo. Desert momo!!!! What a perfect way to end our gut busting tour. We should of known something was amiss when they brought the chili paste to the table. In a classic Asian twist of fate, Bhutanese translate Nutella as soy chunks. So consider the Busy Bean for a nice vegetarian snack, but sweet tooths should give it a pass.

 

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Wheel of the Wind

March 19, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment

What causes a middle aged plodder to toe the line of a Himalayan half marathon wearing what is functionally a shorty kimono? A misplaced sense of adventure and a chance encounter with a postage stamp.

I Discover An Unlikely Tourist Destination

The national postal museum of Bhutan might not be the top tourist destination in this tucked away Himalayan kingdom. However, after a few weeks in the capital last year, I found myself wandering along display cases laying out the history of the Bhutanese postal service. Not surprisingly (in a land that waited until 1999 to receive television signals) the Bhutanese postal service got a late start, in 1962. Prior to the modern era, important official letters were hand carried throughout the kingdom by runners known as “garps”. Traveling by foot, these runners were exposed to high altitudes, leopard attack, and banditry. Due to his superhuman speed and endurance, the most famous of these runners was Garp Lungi Khorlo (Wheel of the Wind).

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Statue of “Wheel of the Wind” at the national postal museum.

I only needed to read the name once to be inspired. Wheel of the Wind! Suddenly I wanted to glide down an alpine path, feet dancing among the stones. I wanted to float through a forest of blue pine, softly padding a carpet of needles. I wanted to run across a high pass in the diamond light of the Himalaya.

An “Easy” Run with 1800′ Elevation Gain!?

No matter my fitness app once categorized an “easy” 8 mile trail run above the capital as an hour and forty minutes of sprint repeats. That “easy” run had 1800 feet of elevation gain. There are no flat bits to this country, but no matter! I was inspired. I was infused with the spirit of the Wheel of the Wind! I was going to run a race in Bhutan, and I was going to do it wearing a Gho, just like those postal runners of old.

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View on my morning run. Everyday is hill work.

It turns out, I am unable to put on a Gho with out an assistant (my very patient wife). There are confusing pleats, one big hike-up, tucking, and then a cinching-wrap. It takes the two of us and an ample amount of cursing to get me into national dress.

Lined Up In My Gho

So, on March 3rd, when I lined up at the start of the 5th Bhutan International Marathon/Half Marathon, it wasn’t the altitude or the distance that had me worried. I was preoccupied with the image of coming unwrapped at mile 6.

368 runners completed the race behind 22-year-old Japanese winner Yoshiyuki Hara (2:27:18). No easy feat in a race that started at 6700 feet.

The course meandered along the Mo Chu river through bucolic Punakha Valley. Villages, terraced fields, hilltop temples, and a 300 foot suspension bridge, the run overflowed with scenery before depositing finishers at a centuries old fortress-monastery.

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Still dressed at mile six.

I doubt my performance will earn me a running nick name as cool as Wheel of the Wind. I did not glide. I did not float. I did not summit. I plodded. But I also smiled, because when you’re the only foreigner wearing a Gho, every Bhutanese becomes your cheerleader.

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With fellow finisher, and fellow HVO volunteer, Dr. Shankar Levine.
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Post-race refreshments. Veg pakora and momos.

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How Do You Spend 27 hours on a Plane with 3 Kids and Not Lose Your Mind

February 14, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment

As many of you know we left the comforts of home to travel to the other side of the world to do volunteer work with the organization Health Volunteers Overseas  in the country of Bhutan. My wonderfully talented husband, Bill, has been writing (his true passion) about our adventures and experiences on our blog Byers Without Borders (you can follow us there too) and I thought I would add a few tips and tricks here and there as well.

How do you spend 27 hours on a plane with 3 kids and not lose your mind?

#1 Bring along an empty spill-proof water bottle. Those little clear plastic cups you get are inevitably going to get spilled either all over your kid, their sibling, another passenger or all over you.

#2 Foldable Headphones. Earbuds never seem to fit little ears. Plus there is a lot of white noise from the plane. Most planes, especially overseas flight, have in flight entertainment built into the seat that you can plug your headphones into but their also helpful when playing games on the iPad.

Spill Proof Water Bottle
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Kids Headphones by noot
#3 Fear of Flying. It’s normal for some to have a fear of flying and our Lily (10) has anxiety over the takeoff and landing.  Her go to reprieve is something she learned in her YoPlay classes with me.  It’s called Peace Begins With Me.  You tap each finger to your thumb while simultaneously saying a word to each corresponding finger.  For example, tap your index finger to your thumb and say ‘peace’, then your middle finger to your thumb and say ‘begins’, ring finger to your thumb and say ‘with’ and finally your pinky finger to your thumb and say ‘me’.  You can change the words to suit you best, other examples are Confidence Begins With Me, Kindness Begins With Me, Love Begins With Me etc…..  This along with following her breath helps her get through the takeoff and landings.

#4 Change of Clothes.  This is a no-brainer for kids 6 and under but when flying with bigger kids 6-10 like mine, it’s a good idea for you to have a change of clothes.  Last year we were on our flight from Seoul, Korea to Thailand , we had already been traveling for nearly 20 hours at this point so I was asleep when Isabelle shook me awake to then vomit all over me.  Or a new friend , another HVO volunteer shared with us recently his 5 year old vomited all over him soaking his jeans all the way through.  He abandoned them in the bathroom garbage and then wrapped himself in an airplane blanket for the remainder of the flight until reaching the next airport to then purchase the most expensive pair of sweatpants ever at an airport boutique.  Pack your extra pair of clothes in this awesome carry on back pack.

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#5  Have a Sense of Humor.  It’s important during these long flights that you find things that make you laugh.

Here is a list of some great things to bring along.

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Normalization of Deviance

February 14, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment

The normalization of deviance was a concept first brought to my attention by my anesthesia program director @Ken Kirsner. As I’ve recently come to understand, it means I’m no longer awoken by the exuberant throat clearings of our downstairs neighbor. It means the kids automatically cross to the opposite curb to avoid known territory of mean dogs. It means we can easily identify the 3 main smoke smells (cook fire, incense, and electrical). It means our nightly ritual of filling hot water bottles is as automatic as setting the coffee pot back home.

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We are told if you smell fish an outlet is melting

Normalization of deviance means wearing a warm hat to breakfast, drying meat with your laundry, and always watching where you step! It means we’ve been in Bhutan long enough to hit our stride. Long enough to slip off some of our own cultural norms and settle in. Jen and I have been traveling to Asia for 20 years. While we are no longer struck numb by its exotic sensuality, like that first visit, there is still a transition period.

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Forget frozen dinners, it’s a frozen breakfast!
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Average indoor temperature in our apartment

Past the two week mark, and I am happy to report we are beyond that transition. It now feels less and less like a chaotic vacation and more like real life; vegetable shopping at the weekend market, homeschooling, laundry. Jen manages to coordinate business calls across a 12-hour time gap, while I putter along, tweaking my PowerPoint presentations. We are becoming blind to the deviances, this is our normal Bhutanese life.

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Jen as laundry wallah

And for Byers Without Borders “normal Bhutanese life” means spending a Wednesday in late February celebrating the King’s birthday.

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King of Bhutan, the Druk Gyalpo

The hospital arranged tickets for us to attend the celebration at the national stadium. Decked out in national dress we set off Wednesday morning to honor and celebrate the Druk Gyalpo (Dragon King).

Side note, the Dragon King wears the Raven Crown, the coolest of all crowns.

The prime minister spoke, there was a military parade, traditional dance performances, a lottery drawing, and even a strong man competition.

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Prime Minister of Bhutan

We were served rice porridge, salted butter tea, and a fermented rice wine that I can only describe as chunky sake. All of this taken in little wooden bowls stashed in the folds of my goh (the kimono-like robe worn by men).

Of course it was all in Dzongkha, and even though Bhutanese seated near us tried to explain things, four hours of traditional dances left us all a bit twitchy by the end. The girls were stoic throughout, and earned a sweet treat for yet another diplomatic win.

On our walk home we passed through the Thai-Bhutanese friendship park. None of us mentioned the boys still practicing their dance moves in the gazebo where Stella likes to meditate. Just another part of our “normal” Bhutanese life.

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A Hard Landing

February 10, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment


While in Halifax this winter I watched a duck land on a frozen pond. Its legs immediately splayed into a brief belly slide when momentum tipped it into a flapping, feathered, face-plant. That pretty much sums up our arrival in Bhutan this year.

The temporary apartment we frantically arranged en route from Newark to Singapore did not materialize. So after 40 plus hours of travel, we were trudging 30 minutes into town searching for accommodation. Fortunately, a guesthouse that caters to foreign workers had room for us, as long as Stella was willing to sleep on two armchairs pushed together. I had a little trouble directing the taxi back to the construction site that was meant to be our original apartment. Eventually, I was able to locate it, and the pile of gear we had cached there while in town.

Then back to the guesthouse, where I shuttled the duffle bags up to the 3rd floor, trying hard not to pass out the whole time. Thimphu is at 7600 feet. At this point, I felt like I’d been running wind sprints. Finally, it was time for us all to rest and relax, when Stella face planted in the bathroom.

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A week out from the incident.

Had we been at home in the U.S. stitches would have been the next order of business. But its Bhutan, we’d been on the road for days, it was getting dark, and a small stick of Dermabond skin-glue had found its way into our first aid kit. I really thought we were turning a corner, Jen and I were doing a passable job of approximating the wound, when we heard a sound like someone slowly dumping a can of peaches onto the wood floor of the front room. Isabelle was throwing up.

I can not overemphasize how bad we were suffering from jet-lag at this point. We had left Newark on Monday afternoon and arrived in Singapore on Wednesday morning. But strangely it was dark the entire flight. Somehow we had lost all of Tuesday. And we were still a day and a half from our destination! Its a weird kind of time-travel, flying over the dateline. It leaves us in a stuporous, lethargic fog for days. It is an exhaustion I’ve rarely felt. Like those 24-hour anesthesia shifts when I can’t make it to the call room.

It was in this state, squatting over a bleeding child, listening to another vomit, with no hot water and the promise of feeling cold for the next two months, that my strong adventurous wife broke.

Jen cried our first night in Bhutan.

It’s been a week. We are finally settled into volunteer housing, and the space heaters are running full blast. It surprised me that we would have a difficult transition this year. I thought things would be so easy since we’d been here before. Then Jen reminded me that, “knowing it’s going to be cold, doesn’t make your ass feel any better when it hits the toilet seat”.

We are already starting to joke about that first day. I guess we’ve sat here long enough to warm up the seat.

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Home sweet home for the next 2 months.

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Custom Compass

January 31, 2018 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment

Lily is scared of flying. Not so much the short trips to Canada or Florida. It’s the 17-hour transpacific flights that set her on edge. I can’t say I blame her. All those hours, trapped in a metal tube, rebreathing everyone’s stale oxygen. If I let myself, my mind veers toward a claustrophobic panic when contemplating those day-long flights. A few weeks before a big trip, she starts having bad dreams.

Ready for takeoff
Ready for takeoff

So we’ve been talking about fear a lot lately. We’ve discussed where we feel it; pounding heart, fluttery stomach, sweaty palms. We’ve discussed where we don’t feel it; almost never in our earlobes and shins. I’ve divulged my own fears; speaking on the phone, posting these blogs, karaoke. But the real theme of these talks has been using fear. Specificaly why one would turn towards fear rather than away from it.

I assert that fear makes an excellent compass. When given the choice of two decisions, those times I’ve chosen the one that scares me most has always expanded my world. After pushing past fear, dreams come true.

After the long flight, Bhutan!

It’s been a frantic few weeks of organizing our return to Bhutan. Our simplified lifestyle does not protect us from the logistical headaches of a three month trip to Asia. Jen has been researching and putting into motion everything from travel health insurance and long term vehicle storage, to mail cancellation and homeschooling. Just purchasing tickets from Druk Air involves a multi-day email conversation, across a 12 hour time difference, that ends with emailing a credit card number and hoping for the best. The crowning jewel in our pre-trip hysteria came today. As we loaded the duffle bags into the airport van, a call from our volunteer liaison notified us that we would not have hospital housing on arrival. In a country with scant few hotels, all meant for government-approved pacakged tours, this is a major complication.

Why would anyone willingly take on so many headaches and worries? We’ve asked ourselves this a lot lately. It has to be more than simple wanderlust, more than a childhood spent staring at National Geographic and scouring Lonely Planets.

A month ago my friend Jim (recently returned from New Zealand) was on facebook looking for advice on his upcoming trip to Patagonia. There also on facebook was my friend Kindra, hanging out with penguins in Antarctica. And just a bit down the feed was Danny in Iceland.

#JamesBurge
#JamesBurge
#KindraLynch
#KindraLynch
#DannyLee
#DannyLee

I’m am certain that each one of those trips had moments of doubt. Little bits of worry and fear. Is this costing too much, what if my flight is delayed and I miss work, who will watch the dogs? I am also certain that not one of these awesome people regret their trip. They went beyond their fear and their world expanded.

And really, what is the alternative? Staying home? Letting our world shrink because we can’t be bothered with the hassle? In our talks about handling fear, Isabelle pointed out that such a path leads “to a house full of cats”.

So that is why Lily boarded a 17 hour flight to Singapore this evening. It’s why Jen said we are going, even though we have no place to stay. And its why I am going to sing out loud the next time I’m in an elevator. Because fear is our broken-ass compass, and its pointing toward adventure.

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…And Through the Woods

December 24, 2017 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment


Only one knife/spoon/fork/plate/bowl per person. No microwave. One bath towel each. Our nomadic lifestyle is a study in paring down to the essentials.

So how does byerswithoutborders celebrate Christmas without an attic full of decorations? Washi tape, fortune cookies, and our passports of course!

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Stella’s Washi Tape Tree

Jen and I began our life together in a drafty apartment above Mungovan and Sons funeral home. Back then piles of textbooks outnumbered decorations and presents. Eating cheap chinese food one night, staring up at our bare christmas tree, we got sick of the sad thing, and threw our fortune cookies at it. They caught in its branches, the cellophane wrappers twinkled just enough, and after a trip to Gordon food supply, the fortune cookie tree was born.

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Our new spartan life is reminiscent of those early years. And so upon our return from seeing the lights of NYC we decided to add to our holiday spirit by resurrecting the fortune cookie tree! With homemade ornaments and limbs heavy with eastern wisdom, the kids are quite proud of the tree. Getting the odd cookie off for a snack certainly helps.

Another tradition we decided to resurrect this year was the all night drive to grandma’s. Jen picked me up at the hospital Wednesday, the van packed with presents, egg salad sandwiches and coffee. Her mantra all week long, “don’t forget the passports”. We drove up through northern Maine and across the border, a right-hand turn at Fredericton put us through a stretch of woods so lonely we were the sole motorists for hours. Out of snowy New Brunswick and into Nova Scotia, we arrived a short 14 hours after our departure.

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Maritime Christmas Tree

The kids have enjoyed sing-a-longs with their papa, laughed at ducks landing on the ice, and stuffed their faces with everything from lobster rolls to lemon tarts. Nobody seems to miss the attic or any of it’s boxes of decorations. Maybe having a season without the stuff won’t be as traumatic to them as I feared. Maybe they won’t look back at this as a time of privation, but remember it as a time of traditions, family, and love.

At least that’s my Christmas wish.

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My Best Heartbreak

December 13, 2017 by byerswithoutborders Leave a Comment


Christmas time in NYC. The perfect destination for standing in line while blowing through your 401K. What was I thinking.

Paris, Hong Kong, London, Bangkok, Tokyo; If you’ve been with us from the beginning you know that Jen and I have seen many of the world’s well known cities. Rome? Yep. Istanbul? Bought carpets in the grand bazzar. Beijing and Marrakech, yes and yes. We’ve sucked the thin air in Quito and been chased by dogs in Lhasa. We’ve roasted in Delhi and froze in Kyoto.

However, for years there has been one glaring omission. It’s embarrassing considering the destinations we’ve spent so much time and effort to visit. Years of travel, passports overflowing with visa stamps, and neither of us have ever been to New York City.

Recently we decided to rectify this egregious lapse. We took advantage of the easy 90-minute train ride, and headed to the city to celebrate Lily and Isabelle’s 10th birthday.

So much has been written about NYC it’s silly of me to add to the reams of information already out there. However, we did find two blogs very helpful during our 3 days in the city. Cityroverwalks.com has a great self-guided walking itinerary with added history/factoids to bore your children and impress your wife. Their guide to using the subway was indispensable.


NYC Subway Tips, Tricks, and Etiquette: How to Use the Subway Guide

As a foodie I especially love EatYourWorld.com. If you’ve ever dragged your wife past 15 ramen shops to find THE BEST ramen in Tokyo, EatYourWorld is for you. Their NYC guide was super easy to use, and even went into the history of some of the city’s iconic eats. My favorite part of EatYourWorld is the ability for user contributions. So if you’re drunk on the back of a pink scooter in Hanoi, and you’ve just found a life-altering beef tongue Bahn Mi, upload your tale to the site and join the likes of Anthony Bourdain as a travel/food critic.

https://mobile.eatyourworld.com/

By every measure our weekend in the city was a success. Macy’s Christmas windows, the lights at Saks, ice skating in Bryant Park, and the tree in Rockefeller Center. We saw a Broadway show, road the subway, and ate pizza like locals (fold it in half). We even met Al Roker!





The shining jewel of our trip? My pick is a nighttime walk across the Brooklyn Bridge with the birthday girls. Jen and Stella crashed at the hotel after dinner, when Lily decided she wasn’t done adventuring for the day. A quick subway ride downtown and we were across the bridge with the city lit up behind us. After a day of wandering about the feet of the towering buildings, this was our first real view of the skyline. It’s a famous view that we’ve all seen in movies and TV. And it was lovely.

But it’s not the view that made it the highlight of my trip. It’s because we had time then to connect. We are so fortunate to see amazing places in our travels, but it is these quite moments just walking and listening to my kids, that I love most about our lifestyle. It’s why I love hiking with them. It’s why I love walking Stella home from Spanish every Tuesday and Thursday.

My favorite part of this season of parenthood is walking quietly alongside these kids and listening to them jabber on. It is the closest I can be to them now, the only way I know how to immerse myself in their free form style of thought-speech. I try to maximize these opportunities, to hold onto these moments before puberty throws up a wall and cuts me out of their internal life.

At which point, my heart will break a little. But that’s parenthood isn’t it? The slow, exquisite unfolding of the most lovely heartbreak.

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