Tara-thon

2008-02-18T11:23:00.006+06:00

Thanks

On behalf of the Tarayana Foundation and the Tara-thon team, we would like to thank all those who donated to the Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund from Bhutan, England and Canada. At the time of writing, we estimate that the Tara-thon project has raised close to 700, 000 ngultrum (approximately US$17, 500). Given that about 2000 ngultrum (US$50) is needed to give a child the chance to go to school, your generous donations will give 350 kids from disadvantaged families a start in education. We are most grateful to you.

Tony Robinson-Smith & Nadya Ladouceur
Project Leaders

Day 35: Royal Reception

24 January 2008. Two police motorbikes and the blue and white twenty-one seater Tara-thon bus, red flag strapped to the wing mirror flapping, lead the way from Simtokha to Thimphu, the last leg of our Tara-thon. The bus has ‘Slow down, runners behind’ written in large black letters on a white banner covering the radiator. Behind, thirty-four runners in white Tarayana T-shirts sprint or limp the seven kilometres. The twelve of us who have run the 563 kilometres from Sherubtse College in the east to Simtokha (where university headquarters is) have been joined by twenty-two who have walked and run sixty-three from Paro (where the kingdom’s only airport is) – a branch of the Tara-thon joining us for the final day. It is not the rowdy, traffic-halting sea of joggers I had pictured in dreams. I had expected hundreds after inviting the nation on Kuzoo 105 FM, but recent bomb blasts around the country may have deterred crowds or else the Bhutanese don’t really like running.

In double-file, we jog over the Thimphu River, Nadya and I bringing up the rear. Policemen wave us into the town square. Dignitaries are in a semicircle clapping, Her Majesty Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck, eldest of Bhutan’s four queens and president of the Tarayana Foundation, at the centre. She is flanked by Her Royal Highness Ashi Sonam Dechen, several government ministers, the Indian ambassador, the deputy head of UNDP, representatives from the Royal University of Bhutan and Nancy Strickland from the Canadian Cooperation Office. Her Majesty is resplendent in richly patterned kira and red tago(jacket)with blue sleeves. We shake her hand nervously and bow to receive tashi khaddar (white silk scarf). She thanks us for organizing the Tara-thon, hopes it will set an example for other fund-raising projects. We follow her into the Druk Hotel, Thimphu’s finest, to give speeches and hand over the box of money collected. It could accommodate a microwave oven and I make the mistake of trying to hand it to the queen. Fortunately, the programme director from Tarayana intercepts it.

I feel elated, but rather odd standing with Her Majesty for the official photograph in my sweaty T-shirt, dusty Ron Hill running tights and dirty sneakers, salt-lined baseball cap clasped in my hands. The photo is taken against a black marble wall decorated with a gold Thunder Dragon, symbol of this little Himalayan kingdom.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

Day 32: Bus Stop

The road to Dochu-la, the fifth and final mountain pass, is wide and carries twice the traffic we’re used to. It’s mainly orange or white Tata or Eicher dump trucks, transporting sand from Punatshang River to Thimphu for construction projects. Two thousand and eight is a big year for Bhutan: celebration of a hundred years of monarchy, coronation of the fifth king, the year the kingdom becomes a parliamentary democracy - reasons for international attention. Lots of visitors are expected. The capital city is getting a facelift: new houses, roads, sports stadium, market, hotels. Loaded trucks, sometimes in strings of three, grind slowly past us every four or five minutes, blasting out black fumes and kicking up dust. We round bends cautiously lest an empty Eicher rattling down the mountain flatten us. It’s hard enough puffing and panting up 21 kilometres after a month of daily half-marathons. I try and ignore the traffic, appreciate again the forest-sheltered, sunlight-dappled road with little bridges crossing streams, the cascades of feathery ferns, the villages with bar-cum-restaurants decorated with phalluses. I see Dalay Monastery, an eagle’s nest of white buildings stuck to the green ridge opposite.

After three hours, we jog into Menchhunang for the night. The spot seems pleasant, a good place to camp with flat grass around a square chorten below the road, cypress trees and a lone hut beside a stream above. There’s a boy selling bags of peanuts to passing cars. The students unpack the bus, spread our gear out over the grass, begin to erect the tents and make a fireplace. I buy some nuts and dig out soap, flannel and towel, strip down for my usual post-run wash. The boy watches me in surprise. I notice there’s a lot more litter about than usual: stamped-on juice cartons, empty plastic bottles, sweet wrappers, tissue paper. As I peel off my sweaty socks, I look down at the torn page of a newspaper. “God is no stern judge of human behaviour, but is ‘on our side’. He wants us to advance spiritually and forever forgives us when we err.” The article belongs to a section entitled ‘Mind, Body, Spirit and You', probably from 'The Times of India.' “In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna offers this supreme encouragement to all humanity: ‘Even the worst of sinners can, with the raft of wisdom, cross safely over the ocean of delusion’ (Verse 4:36).” A bus screeches to a halt behind ours and disgorges twenty people – most of them women. Hiking up their kiras, they sprint through our campsite and into the bushes. I hurriedly put my shirt back on and zip up my toilet bag, check the whereabouts of my wallet. Splattering sounds, groans of relief. After a few minutes, a man emerges grinning broadly and adjusting the belt around his gho. He saunters back to the bus, inspecting on his way the different tent designs. He reaches down and squeezes a rolled-up foam sleeping mat. He’s walking funny – something isn’t quite right under his gho. Others join him, point at items of interest and make comments.

After twenty minutes, the passengers climb back on their bus, chatting enthusiastically, staring out the windows at us and waving. The bus leaves in a plume of exhaust. Peace is restored. “God is not blind. He sees the faults as well as the virtues and accepts us for all that we are; our follies and victories included, says Swami Kriyananda.” I open my toilet bag and get out my mirror, begin inspecting my nose, which has been peeling. Follies and victories. We’re at the Thimphu-Wangdi midway piss-stop, but tomorrow we will be eighteen kilometres higher and circling 108 chortens at the kingdom’s most splendid highway pass. Another bus marked Pelyab Transport pulls in, the doors burst open. Seven giggling teenage monks dash for the bushes followed by two Indian women, a mother and daughter, in saris; then a young man with a sullen face and slicked-back hair, a party of schoolchildren. I gather up my belongings, shove them in our tent, sigh and look ahead to the new day – the Tara-thonners’ last climb.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

2008-01-20T16:37:00.000+06:00

Day 15: Road to Ura

Today, I run with Dendup ‘Chapsa’ Tshering, a sturdy English student with a wide grin and bread loaf thighs, who tends to drink too much suja for breakfast and dart repeatedly into the bushes at the side of the road (chapsa means toilet). To my right is a cracked wall of orange rock, at times leaning over the road and threatening to collapse on us; it is adorned with black pancakes of lichen and the odd Buddhist message in Sanskrit. To my left is a drop of some five hundred metres to the valley floor. Presumably, there’s a river down there, but all I see is a procession of dark green interlocking knuckles of forest smudged by haze. The sun is out and it is suddenly warm. I am in t-shirt and shorts. The road loops around the vast corrugations in the side of the mountain. At each exposed point, there is a fresh view of the valley, a brisk wind and a line of white concrete posts to stop cars careering off the road into oblivion. In the recesses, there are sprinkles of snow, glittering iced-over streams and rhododendron bushes for Dendup.

“KUZUZANGBO!!” I bellow to a road worker breaking rock with a hammer. She squats on her haunches, face wrapped in a pink scarf, baby in a blanket strapped to her back. She waves with a dust-whitened hand.

Eleven kilometres of the twenty to do to reach the alpine village of Ura, and I notice a change of vegetation. The hardy silver fir and hemlock near the pass at 3500 metres are now integrated with and slowly replaced by juniper, larch and chir pine. Chir pine is particularly appealing, the clusters of light green needles waving in the wind are like chimney sweeper brushes. A large, brown eagle with broad shoulders glides across the road from above and disappears into the conifers. I look up for others and see a white tri-peaked wedge of rock resplendent in the sunlight against a cloudless sky, a galleon in full sail riding on conifer waves. This is Ganghar Puensum, Bhutan’s tallest mountain at 7541 metres (puen meaning relative, sum three). We are just over half way across the kingdom; Ganghar Puensum is a glimpse of the west. Unfortunately, I can’t bellow “Yalama!” (Wow!) to Dendup; he’s otherwise engaged.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

Day 22: Jinlap

The Lam Neten (abbot) of the dzong is a tall, stooping, silver-haired man of sixty-seven with a raspy voice and gentle demeanour. If he understood English, I feel like I could tell him my problems. Nadya and I are in his chamber with Tshering Dorji and Yenten Jamtsho to ask for donations for the Tara-thon. Monks in Bhutan are not poor; they are paid well for the pujas and blessings they give. Trongsa Dzong is a handsome, commanding structure overlooking the Mangde River with tall leaning white walls banded in red near the top and spreading pagoda roofs. It is the longest dzong in the country. Tall cypress trees stand outside, monkeys climb the walls using the lightning conductors and copper roosters peck between the flagstones within for grains of rice.

Tshering and Yenten are wearing their ghos and we sit in a neat line on a carpeted bench in a small chamber on the top floor. Nadya is in her kira, I in collared shirt, slacks and smart shoes. Nadya informs the lama through Tshering that we know the Lam Netens of both Mongar and Trashigang dzongs. We also know Doctor Jagar Dorji, former principal of Sherubtse College, who is from nearby Tangsibi village. The abbot tells us he is Doctor Jagar’s cousin and then shares his thoughts on our charity project while a young monk serves tea and biscuits.

“First of all, Lam say he is very pleased to see Sar and Madam,” Tshering translates, “and that Sar and Madam are doing very good job for the country. He say this type of work should be done by Bhutanese and why we don’t do this one? He says like that, Sar.” I nod and smile. “He say ‘ma di di pay tendel di di’. That means we people don’t, um, know… where we are going.” Tshering scratches his head, looks to Yenten for help.

“We meet each other without knowing” Yenten says enthusiastically. “We don’t plan to meet, but… we meet.”

“Fate brings us together,” summarizes Nadya.

“Yes, Maam.”

Lam Neten beckons to his secretary who takes an orange envelope out from under his red robes. The Lam takes it and summons us. We get up and in turn shake Lam Neten’s hand. Nadya receives the envelope and gets a kada - a long shiny white silk scarf - put around her neck. The lama utters a few words.

“He say he don’t have big amount to give, only 10,000. He says all the monks will pray for our safe reach to Thimphu.”

Each of us gets jinlap, a small wallet of yellow folded paper, Sanskrit words printed on it, tied with blue and red string. I open it later and find six black pepper seeds inside.

“Not pepper, Sar! Medicinal plant prepared by big lama. Each lama have different recipe.” The Lam Neten of Trashigang Dzong gave me one of these on our departure day three weeks ago. “We must take it, Sar, before eating in the morning, even before drinking cup of tea. It should be taken when we suffer a lot. It will cure our sufferings. Our pains will be decrease.”

Maybe I should take it in a couple of days’ time, when we are in the middle of the climb to our fourth mountain pass.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

18e jour - Bumthang

2008-01-07T19:38:00.001+06:00

Ca y est, on est rendu a Bumthang. Plus de 300 km de parcourrus et trois montagnes d’enjambees dont la plus haute, Thrumshing La, a plus de 3750 metres d’altitude. La derniere semaine etait tout un defi car on a commence notre ascension (570 metres) sous une temperature approchant les 20 degre celcius pour terminer la montee a 3750 metres d’altitude et une temperature sous zero la nuit. Nous avons egalement traverse la partie la plus froide de notre aventure. Les garcons sont genials. Malgre les douleurs musculaires et les articulations qui manquent d’huile, ils gardent le moral et trouvent meme l’energie de jouer au football lorsqu’ils trouvent un terrain vacant!

Aujourd’hui, c’est une journee de repos bien merite. Les garcons sont allez visiter Kurjey lhakang pour recevoir la benediction des dieux. Dans l’apres-midi, ils vont faire le tour de la ville pour amasser des dons. Nous allons aussi faire des provisions pour la semaine qui s’en vient. Ce soir, on se paye le luxe d’un souper au restaurant et si on est chanceux, on va rencontrer le ‘dzongda’ (administrateur de la region). L’autobus a recharge ses piles et s’est fait laver. Un arret a l’hopital de la ville nous a permis de faire le plein de solutions re-hydratantes et de bandages. Meme Yana s’est fait ausculter par le veterinaire pour etre sure qu’il etait en bonne sante.

Au nom de toute l’equipe du Tara-thon, je vous souhaite une bonne annee.

Vous trouverez ci-bas, deux extraits de mon journal en plus d’extraits de Tony et des garcons. Malheureusement, les leurs sont en anglais.
Nadya

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Courrir après les dons

Aujourd’hui, un nouveau groupe de ‘Tara-thoners’ s’est joint a nous pour amasser des dons dans le sud du pays. Dodo, un etudiant de troisieme annee et ses amis vont faire le tour des enterprises et commerces pour collecter des dons pour la fondation Tarayana.

Tout a commence en octobre lorsque Doco est entre dans mon bureau au college. “Madame, je veux faire partie du Tara-thon, mais je ne peux pas courrir. Qu’est-ce que je peux faire?” “Je ne sais pas. Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais faire?” “A bien y penser, vous n’allez pas courrir dans la region la plus prospere du pays. Nous devons collecter des fonds la-bas aussi. Mes amis et moi, on s’en occupe.” C’est ainsi que tout a commence pour Dodo.

Hier, je lui ai parle au telephone. “Bonne annee madame. Nous commencons notre collecte demain, mais j’ai deja amasse un peu d’argent dans ma region (Haa).” Oh! C’est bon ca et combien as-tu amasse jusqu’a present?” Je m’attendais a un montant autours de 5000 ngultrums. “25 000 ngultrums, mais on commence pour vrai demain.” J’en suis encore sous le choc!

Organiser le Tara-thon nous a demande beaucoup de temps, d’energie et de patience, mais lorsque je vois de tels efforts, je me dis que ca en valait la peine. Non pas a cause du montant amasse, mais parce que cela eveille ce qu’il y a de meilleur en nous.

Nadya

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Za min thur

Lorsque je cours, les gens me regardent de facon bizarre. “Za min thur” Tu es la seule fille! Je peux lire le doute dans leurs yeux: Va-t-elle vraiment se rendre jusqu’a Thimphu? Le fait que je sois presque toujours la derniere augmente leur questionnement. Ca ne me derange pas. En fait, je prefere etre a la queu car je peux garder l’oeil sur les garcons et m’assurer que tout va bien. A chaque jour, un nouveau court a mon rythme a cause d’une douleur plus aigue que d’habitude aux genoux, aux chevilles, ou aux muscles des jambes. De Kurizampa jusqu’a Sengor notre Tigre boitait. On s’est tenu compagnie en emplissant nos poches de biscuits et en les grignottant lorsque la douleur devenait trop aigue et prenait toute la place dans notre esprit. Il est maintenant remis et court avec un grand sourire aux levres. Un autre garcon a pris sa place a mes cotes. J’espere que ce sera pour quelques jours seulement.

Je cours lentement a cause de ma cheville gauche qui me cause des problemes depuis mes annees de volleyball. Durant les deux dernieres annees, elle allait mieux, mais le Tara-thon est un defi de taille. Le matin de notre depart de Mongar, j’etais decouragee. Au reveil, ma cheville resemblait a un ballon de football. Depuis Yadi, elle me causait des problemes et la pause d’une journee n’avait rien change. Je me demandais combien de temps j’allais durer. Apres tant de preparation et d’entrainement etait-ce la fin? Si tot? Tony m’a suggere d’aller a l’hopital pour m’assurer que rien n’etait brise. Dans un anglais que je n’arrivais pas a comprendre le docteur venu du Myanmar m’a assure que ma cheville n’etait pas brisee, mais il a ajoute qu’elle avait besoin de beaucoup de repos en position surelevee car je faisais un peu d’enflure aux jambes. Je l’ai remercie et je suis repartie avec un bandage a la cheville, des pots de crèmes a massage et des comprimes d’ibuprofene en poche. A la sortie, l’autobus du Tara-thon m’attendait. “Est-ce qu’ils ont commence?” ai-je demande. “Oui madame. Il y a quelques minutes a peine.” Que faire? Courrir ou prendre l’autobus? A ce moment, Tony est arrive. J’etais aux anges. “Comment va ta cheville?” “Que veux-tu faire?” Courrir est la seule reponse qui m’est venue. A ma grande surprise, Yana m’attendait aussi. Personne n’a rien dit, mais je pense que les garcons l’ont fait expres car Yana est toujours le premier a courrir. A 10 heures ce matin-la, Tony, Yana et moi, on a commence notre course aux portes de la ville. Vingt-cinq kilometres plus tard, on est arrive a Kurizampa. J’etais de retour dans la course.

Nadya

Day 18 – Bumthang

2008-01-07T17:36:00.000+06:00

We made it to Bumthang yesterday. More than half of our run is completed and we’ve been through the most challenging part of it. We’ve crossed three mountain passes, including the highest one, Thrumshing La, at 3750 m, and passed through the coldest area on our journey. The Tara-thon team is in good shape despite a few sore joints and muscles. Today is a well deserved day off. The boys have gone to Kurjey lhakang for blessings. In the afternoon, they will go around town to collect donations. We’ll also have to do some food shopping to sustain ourselves until we reach Trongsa next week. Tonight we’ll treat ourselves to a restaurant meal and maybe meet the Dzongda. The bus got its batteries recharged and will get a good clean. A stop at the hospital to refill our supply of massage cream, ORS and bandages is on the schedule as well as a thorough check-up from the vet for Yana.

On behalf of the Tara-thon team, I would like to wish you all a Happy New Year and a Happy Losar.

Below are entry journals from me, Tony and the boys. Enjoy.

Nadya

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Running after donations

Today, a new Tara-thon group is becoming active on the fund-raising front in the Phuentsholing area. Dodo, a third year Commerce student, and his friends will be going around industries and shops to collect money for the Tarayana Foundation.

It all started back in October when Dodo showed up in my office at college. "Madam, I want to take part in the Tara-thon but I can't run. What can I do?" he said. " I don't know. How would you like to contribute to this event?" "Well, you are not going to run in the most properous part of Bhutan. We need to collect money from there too. That's what my friends and I will do. Can you give us sponsorship forms?" That's how it started.

Yesterday, I spoke to Dodo on the phone. "Happy New Year Madam. We are starting tomorrow but I've already collected some amount in Haa where I'm from." "Oh! That's nice of you Dodo and how much have you collected so far?" I asked. I was expecting around five thousand but was stunned when he said: "25 thousands but we're really starting tomorrow."

Organising the Tara-thon required a lot of time and energy but when I look at it, it was worth it. Not so much because of the amount of money raised so far but because it brings the best out of all of us.

Nadya Ladouceur
Project Leader

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Za min thur

As we run, people keep looking at me in disbelief. “Za min thur” You’re the only girl! I can see a question mark in their eyes: Will she make it? The fact that I am usually closing the pack increases their doubts. I don’t mind. I actually prefer being at the back so I can keep an eye on the boys and make sure they are ok. Every other day a new boy is running with me at slower pace; knee pain, ankle stiffness, strained calf or thigh muscle. From Kurizampa to Sengor our Tiger was limping. We kept each other company stuffing our pockets with cookies and munching them along the way when the mind could not move away from the pain. He is now back on track and roaring. Another one has replaced him along my side hopefully only for a few days.

I keep a slower pace because of my left foot. Since my volleyball days it has been giving me problems. The last two years were better but this run is quite a challenge. The morning of our departure from Mongar was gloomy. I woke up with a swollen ankle. It had started giving me trouble in Yadi. The break didn’t seem to have done it any good. I was in pain and seriously wondering how much longer I would last. Was that it, after all the training and preparation, to run only till Mongar? Tony suggested a visit to the hospital. The doctor, from Myanmar, looked at my swollen ankle. Nothing was broken but I would need a lot of rest and elevation due to a bit of oedema. I thanked the doctor and headed out with a fresh bandage on, pots of massage cream and ibuprofen pills in hand. The Tara-thon bus was waiting for me. “Have they started the run?” I asked. “Yes Madam, a few minutes ago.” What to do? Run or ride. Then Tony showed up. A surge of happiness filled me. “How’s your foot?” “What do you want to do?” “Let’s run” was my answer. To my surprise, Yana was also waiting for me. How could it be? It usually shoots off with the boys. Nobody said anything but I suspect the boys did it on purpose. At about 10 am that day Tony, Yana and I started our daily run from the town gate. Twenty five kilometers later, we arrived in Kurizampa. I was back on the road.

Nadya Ladouceur
Project Leader

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Day 6: Kuzoo

Heavy rock on Kuzoo 105 FM blares out of the blue and white Tara-thon support bus. It is 6am. The cook hacks at dead trees above the road so a billycan of water the size of a baby’s bath tub can be heated to make tea for the sixteen members of this expedition. Kezang, our driver, sifts rice through his fingers looking for grit. With chana (chickpeas), this will be our breakfast. Two students peel potatoes to make a curry for lunch. Nadya remains swaddled in her sleeping bag in our tent, warmed before her tea by Yana, the Tara-thon dog, who leans against her. I sit in the front seat of the bus, listening to music and a DJ who has picked up a kind of faltering American rhyming slang.

“People, if you want yer dreams come true, you gotta get outta sack and hit the track.”

We are indebted to Kuzoo. The radio station has shown great interest in our fund-raising venture. This is still the first week of our run, but we have spoken to them on air three times since setting out and two prior. Kuzoo (short for kuzuzambo, hello) is radio for a young audience, and we have ten Bhutanese students who may be national heroes by the time they reach the capital city. Our camp is at the top of Kori-la (2400 metres), the first pass on our crossing of the Himalayan kingdom.

“Dat was Timberlake and ‘Apologize’. Always remember, people, it is better late than never if you want yer love to last forever.”

I stroke my stubbly chin, look at the large stone chorten that marks the pass. The air is still; prayer flags only ripple at the corners. Step out of and away from the bus and I can hear the monotonous piao-piao of a Great Barbet. I look around for him. There, in an oak, branches twisted, brown-leafed in winter. Under sunlight, this is a handsome bird: green with a yellow bib, some red on its neck. It’s common in Bhutan and used to drive me nuts in my office with its incessant call. The grey morning sky has leached it of colour; I can only see a dark silhouette.

“SOEJA! SOEJA!” Students emerging from their tents yell at a passing Tata truck with red triangles stuck to its radiator. I am surprised at their vigour; they ran nineteen kilometres uphill yesterday from Yadi. The truck rumbles past, blowing clouds of black smoke over them. Soeja is polite for suja. The offer of butter tea is never taken up, but they never miss a vehicle. At land cruisers, they switch to “DONATION! DONATION!” hoping that wealthy travelers will stop and sponsor us.

Mr Sangay is last to emerge from his tent.

“I always do one-and-a-half-hour morning puja for the successful… to subdue evils.” Kezang gives him a tea. I watch our event coordinator put his fingers in the cup and flick the liquid into the air, while mumbling something. He sees me watching him.

“For the spirituals who have nothing. Make them to feel good. Then we can do good.”

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

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Day 9: Big Snake

“Long, long ago, there was beautiful lady who lived in Thriatangbi village. She engaged to a man who only came to her at night. He left her before light each day. Soon she became pregnant and wanted to find out where her lover go. So, you know what she do? Mister Tony, you know?”

I look up at Mr Sangay. We are sitting round the evening campfire at Yongkola in Mongar Dzongkhag. Leaden-legged and heady, I am finding it hard to concentrate. I look around at the others. I am amazed everyone made it. These students must indeed be reincarnated mountain goats. My heart is still racing after the hard uphill run of 23 kilometres. From Kurizampa at 570 metres, the lowest point on our journey, we have to run eighty-two kilometres to Thrumsing-la, the highest at 3750. This is the first of four days we have scheduled for the climb.

“She tied a thread to his waist. In morning, she followed that thread. After entering ruined dzong, thread was tied to biiig snake. He was owner that dzong, a bad spirit. We cannot go that dzong. No courage because bad spirit live there. Only big lama can go.”

The road up from Kurizampa and the Kuri river is a snaky one, curling round farms and through forest. This is a warm region (temperature in the twenties near the river) and people can grow tangerines, papaya and avocados wintertime. The ruined dzong is called Shongar Dzong and it sits on a densely wooded hillside to my left as I ascend. It does look like it might be an eerie place to go at dusk. The Tara bus stops at 6k intervals to give us water. At the second halt, a little boy comes to the bus, his shirt stuffed with tangerines. He reaches in and gives me one. Sweat pouring down my face, I am at a loss for words.

At Yongkola, Mr Sangay arranges for Nadya and I to stay above the only shop. The students also get a roof over their heads, a tumbledown shack inhabited by a senile old woman who has milky eyes and one tooth. She talks vociferously to no one in particular and keeps the students awake till the early hours of the morning with wild laughter. Maybe she is Shongar Dzong’s beautiful lady, shocked out of her wits on discovering her fiancée to be a snake.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

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A New Routine

It’s 6:30 a.m. and some of us are up to help our cook, ata Ngawang, to prepare breakfast. By 8:30 a.m. it’s breakfast time and after breakfast we pack our things and load the bus, then comes the time for stretching. By 10:00 a.m. we are all set to go. “It’s 21 km uphill, so take it real slow” says sir Tony and with the clap of sir Rongthong, our day begins.

Waiting at regular stops, our driver, ata Kezang, sir Rongthong and ata Ngawang have water and cookies ready. After re-energizing ourselves, we continue the run.

After the tiring run and a heavy lunch, sir Tony chases us to soak our feet in the freezing cold water; there’s no way out even in Thrumsing La… ‘Brr’ It’s cold but it’s for our good! And the best part of our day is to sip some hot cups of tea after the soak which ata Ngawang has ready. After tea, everyone is up and doing their assigned chores. By 6:00 p.m. dinner is ready. Though the night seems young, by 7:00 p.m. everything is done and we are in our respective camps. That’s the new routine for us – the Tarathoners. I know the days may seem monotonous but in this ‘monotonous’ life, I have found a new life – a life of fun. At first I was a part of Tara-thon but now, Tara-thon has become a part of me. I enjoy every part of the run. If I had been at home, I would have had fun for a week or two but now I am having fun every day. And I believe my friends at home would envy me for that – my ‘new found life’ where I rediscovered the true meaning of ‘fun’.

Sonam Wangdi
English II year

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I was just dreaming

It was the 9th day for the Tara-thon runners, who have been running across the Himalayan mountains from Kanglung to Thimphu. It was already 7:00 a.m. when I woke up and some of my friends have been shouting “soeja soeja”. I went to the tap and the water was very cold. I just took a handful of water and spread it over my hair. The time is 7:30 a.m.; the time for breakfast. After filling my stomach I prepared for the day run from Mongar to Kurizam. It was 9:00 a.m. and all the runners were busy warming up on the football ground of the MHSS.

Exactly at 9:30 a.m., we started our run towards Kurizampa. I was running with one of my friends till the 4th km, but after that I increased my pace and I was all alone. Moving down the hill from Mongar, I saw one lady at the junction of the Lhuntse-Mongar highway. For a moment, I was lost gazing at that lady. I was bit hesitating for the first time to go near her and talk to her. Acting courageously I march forward and talked to her for a while. Just then I asked her to walk with me. She was shy but the good thing is that she didn’t refuse my proposal.

We went down the hill and for the first few minutes our date was filled with silence. I somehow manage to break the silence asking her: “Che gi ming…” To my surprise she was none other than Sonam, whom I loved during my XI standard. We haven’t met for two years. I was the most fortunate person to meet her again in my life which I have been longing for till now. We covered a few kilometers sharing our thoughts. I told her about my past feelings; I mean my love towards her during my school days. She was trying to neglect this thing turning her face away from me but she was listening carefully.

Still I love her but I couldn’t tell her my feelings. I was the real Prufrock at this moment as I couldn’t speak my heart. We share jokes and create fun but when it comes to love I wouldn’t do it. When I think of proposing to her, my heart beat starts increasing and my whole body starts shivering as if I was suffering from cold and fever. Finally, closing my eyes with stammering words I told her my feelings and proposed her. At this moment I heard someone saying “jigs… jigs…you have done it!” When I opened my eyes I saw one gate and a prayer wheel beside the road. Soon I realized that I was just dreaming. I was all alone running towards Kurizampa. It was my friend (runner) who told me that I had done it!

Without realizing what has been happening on the way I have already reached my destination at Kurizampa. I was lost dreaming in my own world without realizing what I was doing.

Dendup Tshering
English II year

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Open your eyes

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever” is the proverb that most people use nowadays in our country. Some say our country is beautiful. I have wondered for many years just what they mean. But my eyes have opened over the last few days.

This is the first time in my life that I have really enjoyed the scenery of our country. My awakening happened in Sengor. Not only that, when we stayed in the mountains of Thrumshing La I felt this is the elixir of life and many other scenes have also been beautiful right through to Bumthang. You may be wondering why this guy is talking about beauty, but not explaining how and what? This is because I want you all to come here and appreciate the scenery for yourself. Better to see first-hand than be told. Open your eyes and experience Bhutan.

Ugyen Younten
English I year

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Moving Fowards: The Real Challenge

To make the Thrumshing La pass (3750m) became the real challenge for the Tara-thon team and how to survive it was a million dollar question. ThrumshingLa the highest pass in Bhutan is usually covered with snow throughout the winter season. This was one of our spots where we had to camp for the night. All of us including our team co-ordinator were scared about how we could survive the cold night at the summit. Due to our co-operation and blessing from God we survived at the summit. The real challenge was over. Though it was cold, we really enjoyed our stay at Thrumshing La. We didn’t expect that the stay would be so much fun. We really enjoyed it and to our surprise we have readily conquered our biggest challenge. We have achieved what we did not expect to achieve.

Sherub Jamtsho
Commerce III year

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Pain – The Motivating Force

It’s through that “there is no gain without pain”. Every time we cover a certain distance, we face different kinds of pain – pain on the knee, calf, thigh, ankle and heels. But it is the heels that become a daily problem for the Tara-thon members.

However, wherever the pain may be, there has always been a guiding light on part of sir Tony and madam Nadya. To ease our pain, we bathe our legs in the cold water, massage them every evening and take care or them as if they are babies. Consequently, the pain is gone the very next day. But again, there is pain in our legs after running the next stretch of our marathon. Despite all the pains we move on and nothing will stop us. We may be limping because of pain, but we will never give up till we reach our desired destination. In these pains, I have found a new motivating force.

Sherub Jamtsho
Commerce III year

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17th Run Day – Discovery Day

Sixteen days skip by with fun, pain and entertainment all the way from Kanglung till Tangsibi. Tangsibi is quite near Bumthang which is 24 km away. Arriving in Tangsibi was like a gathering of family members. Family heart felt when Aum Sonam Yangzom, a old lady, warmly accommodated us in her empty rooms. Angay treated us like her own sons. So we’re very fortunate to receive such affection. Let us give thanks for the great favour she has done for us.

The 17th day began from there. We started our run bidding farewell to Angay and while we were quite far away, we could see Angay waving her hand. We have really missed her. The only thing we were capable of doing was to wave our empty hands. As we continue our run, I still remember her face and feel her kindness. Distance does not matter when I was lost in Angay’s affection and care. I turned back but nobody was behind, only madam Nadya, Sherub Jamtsho and myself who were running at the same speed. “Oh! Is that Jakar dzong?” madam Nadya asked me pointing, I answered “absolutely right”. When I looked at the side of the road, I could see we were 3 km away from our starting point. No sooner did madam pointed out the dzong to me than I looked at it and my eyes kept focusing upon it as we ran. It looked like an airplane with red strip on top landing on a green colored airport. As we get closer, the view seems bigger and bigger. About 3 km before Bumthang, we see many buildings and an airplane on top of a hill. Oh! The real Jakar dzong was that airplane. The strip we noticed from far away was the roof. The dzong seems to be the boss with town area stretched around. It was evergreen forest which made us to believe it was a green airport.

Jakar dzong is well established on a hill top with Chamkhar chhu flowing below it. Jakar means white bird perched on hill top. Bumthang is one of the places blessed by Guru Rimpoche and today people across the country see it as a place to worship.

Sonam Gyelpo
Life Science I year

Day 7 - 27 December - Mongar

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Yana Yana sho

‘Yana Yana sho (come)’ is becoming a familiar call within the Tara-thon team. It is a call to our new Tara-thon four legged runner Yana. On the second day of our run Yana decided to join us and has been with us ever since; eating, sleeping and of course running with us all the way to Mongar. As for us, we’ve done six days of running down from Kanglung to the river, up over our first mountain pass, Kori La (2400m), and down again to Mongar.

Despite the aches and pains, morale is high. Every one is still on board and keen to undertake the second week of running. This will be our most challenging one as we will be climbing up to Thrumshing La (3750m) before heading down to Bumthang.

Our dog, Yana, and your generous contributions are a source of inspiration that hopefully will carry us all the way to Thimphu. Thank you from the Tara-thon team.

Nadya

Below are entries from Tony and some of our runners.

Enjoy.

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Day 1: Thrusel

We stand in a neat row at the college gate, caps off, heads bowed, facing Lam Neten of Trashigang dzong (abbot of the local monastic fort) and Khenpo of Kanglung shedra (head of the monastic school beside Sherubtse). They perform a Buddhist blessing called ‘thrusel’. The two men are shaven-headed, dressed in red robes and chant strings of strange words into the sky just over our heads. A teenage monk passes in front of us with a mirror and a bumpo (bronze jug like a long-necked teapot with a peacock feather sticking out the top) of holy water. He pours a thin, wobbly line at our feet, then another and another. It seems he is drawing a diagram of the mountains we will cross. Next, Lam Neten takes a handful of rice from a bowl and scatters it over us, as a farmer might sow seed. He does this with his right hand while sounding a little wooden drum with string clappers with his left. Back home, someone would fire a pistol to begin a marathon.

“Thrichu, holy water, is offering to good spirits for success of our mission,” explains Mr Rongthong Sangay later. “Mirror send our prayers back to us. Rice purify our bad deeds.”

“And what do the words mean?”

“All beings should support as a whole, universal.” I look at Mr Sangay puzzled. “If good luck come to Mr Tony, then this good luck will go from him to other beings. If good spirit good to us, we in turn good to other.” It was Mr Sangay who said we must have thrusel before beginning our Tara-thon.

The blessing ends with Lam Neten tying a small pouch of prayers on a bit of string round our necks. The Khenpo follows placing a kada (white silk scarf given to a person arriving or departing) over each runner’s head. For further good luck, we walk around Kanglung shedra three times, spinning flask-size hand prayer wheels set in the wall as we go.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

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Day 3: Royal Heart and Foot Inspection

“I hope their hearts are strong for this.”

“Oh yes, Your Highness. Our runners are thoroughly committed to raising money for Tarayana, dedicated to helping disadvantaged children go to school.”

His Royal Highness Prince Jigyel Ugyen Wangchuck looks at me unsatisfied. Behind him is a large black land cruiser license-plated ‘BHUTAN 17’. A burly bodyguard in matching black gho with a crew-cut stares at the row of sweaty students in Tara-thon t-shirts standing to attention at the side of the road. We are half-way through our third day of running, tracking the curves of the green Mithidang river.

“No, I mean, physically. Are their hearts ok?”

“They had to pass a three-day running test before we accepted them on the team,” offers Nadya helpfully. “And they did two months of hard training.”

The Prince looks down at the shoes belonging to the student standing next to me, Tshering Dorji. He is probably the quietest member of the team.

“Those shoes are too big. And in a rotten state.” The Prince reaches down and presses the toe. Tshering is wearing black baseball pumps, the type that laces up around the ankle and has practically no tread. A kind of white skin covering the toecaps is flaking off. Due to the absence of toes, the toecaps have turned up, making Tshering look rather like a poor court jester.
I sigh. As project leader, perhaps I am partly to blame for this. Our student runners were all given kit lists long before the event, recommending two pairs of new running shoes. I assumed they would simply comply. I picture Tshering Dorji stumbling bloody-toed into Thimphu, King frowning. Tshering mutters something to the effect, “I feel comfortable in these, Your Highness.” The Prince moves down the row, inspecting footwear and evidence of hard training.

“What size are you?” whispers the bodyguard to Tshering.

“Th-thirty-seven, Sar,” he replies sheepishly.

The Prince wishes us all tashi delek, good luck. BHUTAN 17 plus army escort heads off for Mongar. We’ll be there on Wednesday. Shoes permitting. Maybe there’ll be a package waiting for the quietest Tara-thonner.

“Now that His Highness has touched these shoes, I’ll never throw them away,” says Tshering. We laugh and continue our run.

Tony Robinson-Smith
Project Leader

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The Journey Through…

Looking towards the western horizon, the sun his hidden behind the hills casting darkness all over and bringing along the cold winter breeze. It was the end of our fifth day of running and we were on the top of the first pass of our expedition – Kori La (2400m). Everyone seemed tired after the 19kms of uphill climb from Yadi. The clock on my cell showed that it was 6:30 p.m. and by then we had finished eating our dinner. Defending ourselves from the cold we were wrapped in warm clothes. Sitting inside the camp I reflected over the past four days. It seemed as if the days had just whistled by and we had covered 96 kms. Yet, making up to Kori La was not an easy task. Even though vigorous training before the run had physically prepared us, the downhill run was one of the challenges. Running down meant stress on our knees though it did not tire us.

The real challenge came after our first three days of downhill run. It was an uphill climb till Yadi and then to Kori La. From Sheritchu we bid farewell to the easy days of our expedition. The lack of a proper camping site in Sherichu drove us further up (7kms) in pursuit of a suitable place. So, we covered a few kilometers of the next day’s run.

The fourth day was quite relaxing; it was 12 kms of uphill climb to Yadi. In Yadi, we were fortunate that we got to witness the Ngatshang tshechu and it was an opportunity for us to hunt for some donors.

It’s true that when the going gets tough, the tough get going and finally through all the hardships we were on top of the hill. Being superstitious enough, the blessing from his holiness the Lam Neten and the Khenpo of Kanglung Shedra and all the well wishers brought us till here and I hope it will drive us further to our destination.

Every step we take will be a step towards our dream and a ‘service from the heart’.

Personally, the encouragement from our coordinator, team leaders and the excitement on the faces of my team mates will keep me going. Every moment of the run will remain in my heart as cherished memories from times to come.

Sonam Wangdi
B.A. (Hons) English II year

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Running for the kids

I am on the top of our first pass, Kori La, and almost a week is completed. I am proud that the hardest part of the journey, which has to do with adaptation to sudden changes, is now over. When the passers-by smile at us, I am encouraged. KIDS are all that I have in my mind and when pain registers in my brain, I roll up my shirt and see ‘Run for the kids’. It instills in me inspiration when I lack vigor. It keeps me going even through exhaustion. At the end of the day when many donations come in then the pain that I go through is justified. Every single ngultrum makes a difference. Please donate.

Ugyen Lhendup
B.A. Hons (Economics III)

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The road to success

‘Tara-thon’ is a word that combines ‘Tarayana’ and ‘Marathon’. To make our Tara-thon a success, we have 12 runners including two English lecturers, Mr. Tony and Madam Nadya with our coach the Director of Sports for Sherubtse College, Mr. Rongthong Sangay. We also have Mr. Ngawang who is a very important member of our party because he prepares our meals. We also have Mr. Kezang who is our bus driver. Let us not forget to mention Yana. Yana is the name given to the dog with us. This male dog has followed us from Trashigang. It seems he has strong determination and believes in our Tara-thon. Like wise, we are very fortunate to have lost of people along the way smiling at us seeing our white shirts with the word ‘Tara-thon’ written on them. We are grateful to them for supporting our Tara-thon with hearts and little contributions. At present, we are at Kori La which means we have covered 84 km in four days starting from the college gate at Kanglung. Every one of us is happy because nobody has got injured so far. Therefore we all pray for the same luck till the end of our project. Our run from east to west is 600 km. This project is to raise funds to contribute to the Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund. We hope this project will make a big difference – especially for kids from poor families to go to school.

Sonam Gyelpo
B.Sc. Life Science I year

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Why I am running

I neither want to gain name or fame, nor am I a passionate athlete. I am running not only for myself but for a worthy cause – a simple cause that can change the destiny of others. When we see a child working in construction, road, hotels, etc. we feel pity. Pity is not enough; they need to have something more in their lives. I would like to request each and every citizen of Bhutan to donate a few ngultrums so that these kids can go to school just as your children can. Please set an example that can never be forgotten in your life by donating a few ngultrums.

Yenten Jamtsho
B.A. English-Geography I year

Two Days to D-day

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Training is over. As pleasing as it was to behold dawn from Yonphu-la – the first orange light fingering the long, jagged line of snowy Tibetan peaks – rising in the dark to run in winter was nothing less than brutal. The saddle is a thousand feet above Kanglung and it took an hour to reach it. Suddenly, from neutral, horizontal and definitely parked, I was in third gear and trying hard to coax the engine into running smoothly. To manage my daily two-hour jog before work, I had to begin under the stars.

But I am done with that. Now I can sleep in and feel nervous about Friday, the day the Lama of Trashigang comes to pour holy water on our heads and give us his blessing, the day we run out of the gates of Sherubtse College never to return, the day when a hundred shouting school kids will descend the mountain with us preceded by a bus marked ‘Tara-thon’. Four days before Christmas, our five-week marathon through the Himalayas will begin.

“I will bring big flask wid speshull suja.” Nadya and I have this to look forward to. Mr Rongthong Sangay, ex-national football star, ex-royal bodyguard, newly retired sports director of our college, and ‘Tara-thon’ event coordinator promises to serve us rancid butter tea at regular intervals en route. It’s a disgusting drink, but I have a feeling the fat and salt will do us good. It’ll probably bring tears of joy to my eyes when a gloved hand passes a cup of it out of the window of the support bus on my way up to Thrumsing-la in the second week. Legs wilting and wobbly, snot dripping from my nose, chest heaving in the thin air. Thrumsing-la is close to 12, 000 feet - nearly twice as high as Yonphu-la.

I am hopeful that the ten students running with us are reincarnated mountain goats, Bhutan being a Buddhist country, inclined in their past lives to race up and down mountainsides for pleasure. Nadya and I have put them all through a trial: runs to Yonphu-la on three consecutive days. I wasn’t expecting them to make it round four bends in the road. The common practice during the Sherubtse Annual Marathon, the sole distance running event on the college calendar, is to sprint the first, flat 300 metres to the college gates, begin walking after the first kilometre of uphill thereafter and stop at someone’s house for tea around the third kilometre. Few people run in Bhutan; with steep mountains on all sides, walking is exhausting enough. No one has ever run across the country before. Yet, on day three of our trial, six of our ten runners were at the destination ahead of me and the other four not far behind…

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As exhaustion begins to exact its toll, my journal entries on this blog will undoubtedly become at best babbling and repetitious, at worst incoherent and desperate. I offer no apology. An interesting new form of literary expression may result.

Tony Robinson-Smith,

Project Leader

Itinerary

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Tara-thon Itinerary

Day 1 - 21 Dec. - KANGLUNG (1850m) to TRASHIGANG (22 km downhill)

Day 2 - 22 Dec. - TRASHIGANG to ROLONG (17 km downhill)

Day 3 - 23 Dec. - ROLONG to SHERITSHU (18 km up/downhill)

Day 4 - 24 Dec. - SHERITSHU to YADI (1480m) (17 km uphill)

Day 5 - 25 Dec. - YADI to KORI-LA (2400m) (21 km uphill)

Day 6 - 26 Dec. - KORI-LA to MONGAR (1600m) (17 km downhill)

Day 7 - 27 Dec. - Day off

Day 8 - 28 Dec. - MONGAR to KURIZAMPA (570m) (25 km downhill)

Day 9 - 29 Dec. - KURIZAMPA to YONGKALA (20 km uphill)

Day 10 - 30 Dec. - YONGKALA to NAMLING (20 km uphill)

Day 11 - 31 Dec. - NAMLING to SENGOR (22 km uphill)

Day 12 - 1Jan. - Day off

Day 13 - 2 Jan. - SENGOR to THRUMSING-LA (3750m) (22 km uphill)

Day 14 - 3 Jan. - THRUMSING-LA to GYAZAM CHU (18 km downhill)

Day 15 - 4 Jan. - GYAZAM CHU to URA (3100m) (18 downhill)

Day 16 - 5 Jan. - URA to TANGSIBI (24 km up/downhill)

Day 17 - 6 Jan. - TANGSIBI to JAKAR (24 km downhill)

Day 18 - 7 Jan. - Day off

Day 19 - 8 Jan. - JAKAR to ZUNGNEY (2750m) (16 km up/downhill)

Day 20 - 9 Jan. - ZUNGNEY to GAYTSA (16 km uphill)

Day 21 - 10 Jan. - GAYTSA to DOZHONG GOENPA (16 km up/downhill)

Day 22 - 11 Jan. - DOZHONG GOENPA to TRONGSA (20 km downhill)

Day 23 - 12 Jan. - TRONGSA to TANGSIBI (24 km)

Day 24 - 13 Jan. - Day off

Day 25 - 14 Jan. - TJan. ANGSIBI to CHENDEBJI (17 km)

Day 26 - 15 Jan. - CHENDEBJI to LONGTOE ( 22 km uphill)

Day 27 - 16 Jan. - LONGTOE to NOBDING (2640m) (20 km up/downhill)

Day 28 - 17 Jan. - NOBDING to KHELAKHA (20 km downhill)

Day 29 - 18 Jan. - KHELAKHA to WANGDUE PHODRANG (19 km downhill)

Day 30 - 19 Jan. - WANGDUE PHODRANG to LOBESA (11 km uphill)

Day 31 - 20 Jan. - Day off

Day 32 - 21 Jan. - LOBESA to LUMITSAWA (20 km uphill)

Day 33 - 22 Jan. - LUMITSAWA to DOCHU-LA (3140m) (21 km uphill)

Day 34 - 23 Jan. - DOCHU-LA to SIMTOKHA (18 km downhill)

Day 35 - 24 Jan. - SIMTOKHA to THIMPHU (2320m) (5 km downhill)

Ways to Contribute

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Ways to Contribute

Donate directly to the Tara-thon Team

If you live near the east-west highway, you can donate money to the runners when they visit your area (see list of villages and towns)
If you live in the Phuentsholing area, you can donate to our Fund Raising Team collecting donations (ask for their letter of authorization from Sherubtse College and fill out the sponsorship form as you donate)

Donate to the Tarayana Foundation via the Bhutan Foundation

You can give online through the Bhutan Foundation at http://www.bhutanfound.org/
• Select the Tarayana Foundation under ‘How should we use your donation?’
• Write Tara-thon under ‘Gift Information’
You can send checks to the Bhutan Foundation with a memo to Tarayana Foundation, Tara-thon event at the following addresses: The Bhutan Foundation, Suite 525, 2100 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW,Washington, DC 20037, USA or The Bhutan Foundation, Post Box 255, Norzin Lam, Thimphu, BHUTAN, Tel: +975 (2) 335613, Fax: +975 (2) 335614, email: info@bhutanfound.org

Donate directly to the Tarayana Foundation

You can send a check directly to the Tarayana Foundation at P.O. Box 2003, Thimphu, Bhutan
You can wire money directly to the Tarayana bank account
1) Account No: 36023474, Citibank, N.A., 111 Wall Street, 19th Floor, New York, NY 10043, USA.
2) Swift Code: Citius 33
3) Account No: 5000333333039 of Târayâna Foundation, maintained with Bhutan National Bank, Thimphu

Transparency and Accountability of the Tarayana Foundation

The Foundation is a registered charity and non-profit organisation that devotes all its resources to the purposes of the Foundation. The Foundation maintains its accounts in accordance with accepted financial norms and is audited annually by the Royal Audit Authority of Bhutan. An audited financial report and an annual progress report are published every year and are available for all interested individuals and organizations.

Support

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Support

The organization of this charity run would not have been possible without the support of institutions as well as individuals in Bhutan. The Tara-thon team wishes to thank the following organizations and people:

Institutional Support

Tarayana Foundation
Sherubtse College
Department of Youth, Culture and Sports, Ministry of Education
Lotus Tours and Trek

Individual Support

Mr Singye Namgyel, Director, Sherubtse College
Doctor Jagar Dorji, Former Director, Sherubtse College
Mrs. Nancy Strickland, Field Coordinator, Canadian Cooperation Office

Education in Bhutan

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Education in Bhutan

Introduction of Western Education in Bhutan

Before the introduction of a western style of education in the 1950’s, monastic education was the only formal education available in Bhutan. “While monastic education continues to be an important part of the national culture, western education has been promoted and expanded since [the] first Five Year Plan in 1961 to address the basic educational needs, and develop human resources required for the socio-economic development of the country.” (Ministry of Education, 2004, par.1)

In 1963, the Royal Government of Bhutan invited Father William MacKey, a Canadian Jesuit, to establish a secular secondary school system in Bhutan. Father Mackey dedicated more than 30 years of his life, until his death in 1995 at the age of eighty, to the development of education in Bhutan.

Number of schools and institutes

From 11 schools before 1961, the public education system now encompasses 497[1] schools and institutes from community primary schools to tertiary institutes, 777 non-formal centres and 362 monastic schools. (Ministry of Education, 2007, p.4)

Growth in enrolment numbers

The enrolment of students has also increased significantly as a result of the government’s commitment to education. From about 400 students in the early 60’s, the enrolment of students has increased significantly at all levels of education. In 2007, 151,236 students are registered from community primary school to tertiary institutes. 14,694 people are attending non-formal education and 9,287 children are enrolled in monastic institutes. (Ministry of Education, 2007, p.4)

The average annual growth rate of primary enrolment since 1995 is 4%. Despite this significant increase, about 16.3% of primary age children are out of the formal school system which represents about 16,500 children. The increase in enrolment at the secondary level is even greater. From 1995 to 2007, the average annual growth rate for secondary education (class VII to X) stands at 13% and for class XI and XII it stands at 29%. A total of 38,911 children are attending class VII to X whereas 8,816 are attending class XI and XII. (Ministry of Education, 2007, pp.18, 21, 22)

References

Ministry of Education. (2004). Education System in Bhutan. Thimphu: Educational General Statistics. Retrieved December 2, 2007, from http://www.education.gov.bt/Edn%20System/Education%20System.html

Ministry of Education. (2007). General Statistics 2007. Thimphu: Policy and Planning Division. Retrieved December 2, 2007, from http://www.education.gov.bt/

[1] It comprises 249 community primary schools, 83 primary schools, 87 Lower Secondary Schools, 37 Middle Secondary Schools, 22 Higher Secondary Schools, 3 special institutes 10 tertiary education institutes under the Royal University of Bhutan and 6 vocational training institutes.

Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund

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Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund

Creation of the Fund

A modest Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund was set up through grants from Save the Children-USA, Lotus Outreach, and corporate and personal donations.

Objective of the Fund

The Endowment allows Tarayana to support school children. The support provides for the students' school fees, uniforms, supplementary meal contributions and other associated expenses, which would otherwise have to be borne by the parents. The fund helps Bhutan achieve its objective of educating disadvantaged children, which is in consonance with the United Nations' Millennium Development Goal of achieving universal primary education.

Selection of Beneficiaries

The beneficiaries are identified in collaboration with the local community leaders, Tarayana Field Staff, District Education officials and teachers. Tarayana School Clubs also help in identifying students needing support.

Support Provided in 2007

Tarayana supported 800 students during the 2007 academic session. In addition to the support being provided through this programme, the Tarayana school clubs collectively supported 85 students. This is an example of students helping students to stay in school; it teaches young children how to be part of the solution to local issues of poverty.

Needs for 2008

Tarayana is in the process of finalising the list of students to be supported through its Scholarship Endowment Fund. It is expected that at least 1200 students will need support.

Needs Greater Than Funds

The Scholarship Endowment Fund is small and the interest generated is not sufficient to meet the requirements of the students who need support. Tarayana has to raise about Nu. 2.4 million for this programme alone. In order to do so, the Foundation has to seek additional financial support in order to be able to look after the new student beneficiaries. Tarayana invites and highly appreciates donations from individuals and organizations within Bhutan and from abroad. We invite all to take this opportunity of helping students go to and stay in school.

The Run

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Facts on the Run

The Run

5 Weeks – 30 days of running and 5 days rest
600 kilometres from Kanglung to Thimphu via the east-west Highway
5 Mountain passes
Kori La (2400m)
Thrumsing La (3750m)
Chertang La (3590m)
Yotong La (3425m)
Pele La (3420m)
Starting date - 21 December 2007, Sherubtse College
Finishing date - 24 January 2007, Tarayana headquarters

The Running Team from Sherubtse College

Nadya Ladouceur, Canadian lecturer

Tony Robinson-Smith, Canadian lecturer

Ugyen Younten, First Year ENG-EVS student

Wangchuk Rabten, First Year Science student

Yenten Jamtsho, First Year ENG-GEO student

Sonam Gyelpo, First Year Science student

Dendup Tshering, Second Year English student

Sonam Wangdi, Second Year English student

Tharchen, Second Year Science student

Tshering Dorji, Second Year Science student

Sherub Jamtsho, Third Year Commerce student

Ugyen Lhendup, Third Year Economics student

The Fund Raising Team from Sherubtse College

Tenzin, Second Year Geography student

Dilip Kumar, Subba Third Year English student

Sonam Rinzin, Third Year English student

Karma Tshering Samdrup, Third Year English student

Riku Dhan Subba, Third Year English student

Tshering Dendup, Third Year Science student

Sonam Dargay, Third Year Science student

Dodo, Third Year Commerce student

Ugyen Tshering, Third Year Commerce student

Bikash Chettri, Third Year Commerce student

Sonam Tobgay, Third Year Commerce student

Tshojab Mepham, Third Year Commerce student

The Supporting Team from Sherubtse College

Mr Rongthong Sangay, Sherubtse Sports Director & Tara-thon Event Coordinator

Mr. Cheten, Cook

The Tara-thon

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The Tara-thon

Tara-thon: a word combining ‘Tarayana’ and ‘marathon’

At the end of the year, two lecturers and ten students from Sherubtse College, Royal University of Bhutan will run across the country from Kanglung to Thimphu for charity. They are being supported by the Tarayana Foundation and have the approval of Her Majesty the Queen Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck.

The objective of this event is to raise money through donations from the general public for the Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund.

Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund

This fund helps economically disadvantaged families in remote areas of the country send their children to school. Education in Bhutan is free, but many families depending mainly on subsistence farming cannot afford school uniforms, shoes, books, pens and so forth. Tarayana has indicated that two thousand ngultrum (CAN$50) is the average amount needed to pay for a child’s schooling for a year. The Tara-thon team hopes, through the funds that it raises, to give as many rural children as possible the chance to attend school.

Birth of an Idea

Tara-thon is the brainchild of two lecturers from Canada currently working for the English Department at Sherubtse College. After two rewarding years, Mr. Tony Robinson-Smith and his wife Mme. Nadya Ladouceur are nearing the end of their tenure at the college and their stay in Bhutan. Before returning home, they wanted to find some way of giving back not only to the institution that has treated them so well, but also to the Kingdom of Bhutan for granting them the opportunity to live and work in the country. As they are in the field of education, it seemed appropriate to find a cause that would benefit schooling.

Student involvement

Many students from Sherubtse College will be involved in the Tara-thon. Eleven of the college’s finest marathon runners intend to run right across the country with us; others will run stretches of the route near their home villages or towns. Some students have volunteered to raise awareness: alerting communities along the way, distributing sponsorship forms and collecting donations.

Promoting sports and fitness

Our project is an opportunity to visit schools that are located near the road and promote sports, fitness and active participation in physical activities. Many schools have Tarayana clubs that stage fund-raising sports events. We will ask members to encourage pupils to return to school for a day during their winter recess and take part in our Tara-thon and run a few kilometres to help those less fortunate than themselves.

The Tarayana Foundation

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The Tarayana Foundation

‘In the course of her visits across the country, Her Majesty the Queen Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck has observed and interacted with people from remote and far-flung villages and communities. These interactions and observations have led her to establish the Tarayana Foundation to help disadvantaged people gain more economic independence through small and targeted assistance. One of the stark realities of those visits was the fact that there were many families who could not send their children to school because they could not afford school uniforms and other associated expenses.’

Tarayana Foundation pamphlet (2006)

About Tarayana

The Tarayana Foundation is a non-profit organization, working to uplift and enhance the lives of people living in isolated rural communities in Bhutan. The Foundation complements and supplements the efforts of the Royal Government in poverty reduction by espousing the national goal, ‘Bhutan 2020: A Vision for Peace, Prosperity and Happiness.’

The Tarayana Foundation was established in 2003 by Her Majesty the Queen, Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck, as a potential solution to the problems of the disadvantaged that she witnessed first hand during her tours to the remote corners of the nation.

Despite the pro-poor development strategy of the government, small communities in far-flung regions are still lagging behind in terms of socio-economic welfare. The Foundation was established to help these communities achieve self-sufficiency through small and targeted interventions.

Vision
A happy and poverty free Bhutan

Mission
To help the vulnerable and the disadvantaged help themselves

Motto
Service from the heart

Core Values
Compassion, Dignity, Integrity

Programs

1) Financial support to vulnerable individuals to achieve greater socio-economic security and dignity

Tarayana provides monthly maintenance allowances. The identification of the beneficiaries is done through rural needs assessment visits and selection is done by the Management Committee upon verification by local institutions. Tarayana volunteers and Tarayana School Clubs also help in the identification of beneficiaries. In addition, some individuals have extended grants to help finance new construction schemes (e.g. roofing) and rebuilding lives after natural and personal disasters.

2) Financial support to students in disadvantaged circumstances - Scholarship Endowment Fund

See ‘Fact Sheet on Tarayana Scholarship Endowment Fund’

3) Financial support to facilitate access to medical services

Tarayana continues to collaborate with the Ministry of Health and volunteer medical groups to bring specialized health services to the rural people. In 2007, Tarayana facilitated a restorative surgical camp at Paro. The Foundation also continues to sponsor poor patients for medical care by providing travel and sustenance allowance. Through this, the patients can receive appropriate care at the regional as well as national referral hospitals.

4) Promotion of artisan skills and crafts to enhance rural income

Community craft work sheds have been constructed in almost all the communities that Tarayana is currently working with. The Foundation has also acquired land in Bumthang, Gelephu and Kalapang, Mongar for construction of Regional Craft Centres.

5) Housing Improvement Project - Improve socio-economic security of rural communities

Under this project, 48 houses have been completed in the five Lhop villages of Dorokha Dungkhag. Ten more houses are in various stages of completion as the second phase of the housing project comes to an end this December. Some more houses will be supported in the third phase as funds become available.

6) Institutional Capacity Building - Make Tarayana an organization of passionate professionals

The Foundation is a goal-driven organization, with its attention firmly fixed on performance, strong financial management, and effective communication.

7) Tarayana Clubs - Fostering volunteerism in youth

Tarayana clubs were first established in sixteen high schools and a few higher institutes in 2004. The current number of clubs stands at 70 with membership of about 3555. The main purpose of these clubs is to help the rural communities close to the schools and institutes locally and to foster the spirit of volunteerism in the club members.

Management of the Foundation

Her Majesty the Queen, Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck, is the president of the Foundation. The administration and direction is overseen by a Board of Trustees appointed from a wide section of society. The Board meets twice a year to review ongoing activities and approve new ones.

The day-to-day management of the Foundation and the execution of projects and related activities are carried out by the Secretariat. The Secretariat is assisted by a Committee of Member Volunteers who help in the implementation of programs and provide technical and advisory services. The Committee meets every two weeks.

For more information about Tarayana, visit the Foundation’s Website at: http://www.tarayanafoundation.org/