A tiny woman wearing a kira, the traditional garb of women in Bhutan, led me to a room filled with steam and smelling of... eucalyptus. Or maybe it was something else. I asked her what it was and she replied but I couldn’t quite understand her so I asked again.
This time I couldn’t hear her and didn’t have the heart to ask again so I just nodded. It smelled pleasant so it didn’t really matter.
