The other really wondrous experience occurred in the evening at the Jakar Dzong. Just by a
fluke, we walked up to the dzong as the evening was coming on. In the large
central courtyard of the monastery half, we saw some monks milling about, laughing
and talking quietly. Then we saw the temple bells and the drums being brought out into the
courtyard as the three groups of monks began to look on expectantly. The monks
were arranged in different ages: young children, teens, and young adults up into their 30s
perhaps.
We realized that something unannounced was about to occur. Kelzang quickly
ascertained that we had happened upon a rehearsal for an important religious festival
that would take place in about three weeks.
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