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In preparation for the BIG Day


Stalls being built
If you somehow happen to be visiting Phuentsholing or permanently residing here, you won’t regret your being in this gradually turning dusty border town especially when the nation comes together to celebrate the Royal Wedding. The big event would unfold in Pungthang Dewa Chenpoi Phodrang and Changlingmithang national stadium, but to commemorate the auspicious occasion, the big names in Bhutan’s music industry will be here shouting their lungs out during the Royal Wedding.

On 13th October you will witness Bloywood singers and other bands entertaining the crowd while for the remaining two days, our eyes and ears would be treated with the melodious and haunting voices of Minzung Lhamo, Namgay Jigs, Ugyen (Mayako), Dechen Zangmo, Jampel Yangzom among many other well known singsers.


If you aren’t in Thimphu or Punakha, come visit us in Phuentsholing and relieve your senses. There will be all sorts of food stalls and sales. However, if you love gambling and alcohol, you will be disappointed.


The business community of Phuentsholing is organizing the event for the love of their king. Isn’t the sound of music another way to unite people? And the show also comes free of cost.
Please don’t miss the event.

These are some pictures from the preparatory grounds of Phuentsholing Sports Association. 

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  1. Seems like everything is prepped up with the incoming royal wedding. I see that, each and every part of the venue was being repaired and decorated, how I wish I could witness the much-awaited event personally. I want to see how the royalties of Bhutan observe their wedding ceremony.

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  2. Yes, I may have to agree with what Alicia said; especially that it’s called a royal wedding. Preparing for a wedding like this takes time and a lot of resources. Looking at those pictures makes me excited for my sister’s upcoming wedding; I can’t wait to make a documentary on her big day using my new camcorder!

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