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Welcome to Phuentsholing this winter

Suddenly, Phuentsholing is become a noisy city filled with people from different regions of the country - all with one big purpose - to attend a two-month Wang-lung-thri ceremony from His Holiness the Kyabje Namkhai Nyingpo Rimpochhe. Thanks to His Holiness, this sleeping border town would stay awake this winter and get blessed.

Starting this week, people started pouring in and this afternoon, we realized it was even difficult to walk in the streets without bumping into someone. The dust would be once again regular feature of this city. But I am sure, businessmen on both the sides of the Phuentsholing Gate must be dreaming big. I would not be surprised if 30,000 to 50,000 people gather for this holy occasion. After all an event of this sort would happen only once in many years. The actual event kicks off from December 2, 2011. 

Many people are putting up different types of stalls ranging from food to garments. And this winter the roar of Amochu (Toorsa) would be even louder. 

The following are pictures from the preparatory grounds:































































   







Photographs: Penstar file

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  1. Bro, Seems m gonna miss it but will try to be there..afterall as u mentioned it happens once in 28 yrs...
    Namkha

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