Experience Bhutanese Craftsmanship Come to Life at Zhiwaling Heritage

The Bhutanese tell it this way: in the 15th century Drukpa Kunley, the Divine Madman, was asked to perform a miracle. He demanded a whole cow and a whole goat for lunch, ate both, then set the goat's head on the cow's skeleton and told it to get up. The takin, with its goat face and cattle bulk, has been the national animal since 2005. The Motithang preserve began as a small zoo; when the fourth king ordered the animals released, the takin refused to leave and wandered Thimphu's streets looking for food. So they were given 3.4 fenced hectares of forest on the city's edge. It is an enclosure, not the wild. Don't feed them.

After he retired from the civil service, the painter Dasho Choki Dorji, who had helped set up Bhutan's national arts institute in the 1970s, began taking in children who could not meet that institute's entry requirements. He taught them at his house, and fed and lodged them there too. In 1999 this became the Choki Traditional Art School, in the Kabesa valley north of Thimphu, giving free training to young people from disadvantaged families in the zorig chusum, Bhutan's thirteen traditional arts. You move through the workshops while students work: mask making, bamboo craft, woodwork, printing, prayer flags, calligraphy. The pieces in the school shop are theirs, and what you buy supports the school.

Local tradition holds that Guru Rinpoche, arriving in Bhutan in the 8th century, stopped at Dzongdrakha before going on to the cliff at Taktsang. The morning follows him in reverse. First you drive to the foot of the Tiger's Nest trail to look up at the monastery on its rock face; then you cross the valley to Bondey village. A 20 to 30-minute walk through pine forest brings you to four small shrines built into the cliff, for Tara, Guru Rinpoche, Maitreya and Tsheringma, goddess of long life. The crystal chorten here was named Karmogyel because it was said to tremble on auspicious days. Below you, the whole Paro valley.

Bhutan made archery its national sport in 1971, the year it joined the United Nations, and the game played in its villages has little to do with the Olympic version. Targets stand around 145 metres apart, more than twice the Olympic range, and are roughly the size of a paperback. The opposing team gathers near the target and heckles while you draw; when an arrow lands, the archer's teammates sing and dance. Khuru, the dart game played alongside it, uses heavy wooden darts tipped with a nail, thrown overarm at a small target 10 to 20 metres off. Back at Zhiwaling in the afternoon, you play a friendly round of each.

The folk songs of the Paro, Thimphu and Punakha valleys include zhungdra, 'music of the centre', which took shape around the dzongs in the 17th century. Its long, ornamented vocal lines are hard even for trained singers, and its lyrics, though secular, often carry Buddhist allegory: one well-known song is sung by a man remembering his former life as a yak. In the evening at Zhiwaling, village artists perform gney-lu, folk songs, around the stone firepit. You sit close to the fire with a cup of suja, butter tea made by boiling tea leaves with salt and butter, savoury rather than sweet. At 2,350 metres, the evenings are cool enough to want both.

On a clear morning from Chele La you can see Jomolhari, 7,326 metres on the border with Tibet, held to be the home of Jomo, one of the five Tsheringma sister goddesses, bound by a vow to Guru Rinpoche to protect this land. At 3,988 metres, the pass between the Paro and Haa valleys is the highest point on any road in Bhutan, reached by a narrow road built in the 1990s that climbs through pine, oak and rhododendron. At the top, strings of prayer flags run along the ridge and tall white flags stand on poles. You walk a short way along the ridge and look down into Haa. Go early; cloud often closes in later.

Rinpung Dzong means 'fortress on a heap of jewels'. Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyal had an older fortress on the site taken down in 1644 and consecrated this one in 1646, while Tibetan armies were still pushing into the valley; its sloping walls and single entrance were built for defence. In 1905 a British political officer found old stone-throwing catapults stored in its rafters. A fire in 1907 destroyed most of its statues and relics, but not the great thongdrel, the appliqué banner of Guru Rinpoche still unrolled before dawn on the last day of the spring Paro Tshechu. Monks and district officials share it today. Cover shoulders and knees.

A dotsho, the Bhutanese stone bath, was traditionally built on a riverbank outside the house, because the river supplied both the water and the stones. At Zhiwaling the stones still come from the Paro river. They are heated in a wood fire until they glow red, then lowered into a compartment at one end of a wooden tub, behind a partition that keeps them off your skin. The water hisses as they go in, and artemisia, known locally as khempa, is scattered across the surface with other local herbs. Bhutanese traditional medicine holds that the minerals released from the stones ease stiff joints. After a day at altitude, it is the right place to end up.