I have been working on the DVD for the past few months, which took longer than expected, with so much beautiful material to choose from. It will be more than worth it though, I think, and can already been pre-ordered here.

More info soon..!

Here’s a small TV broadcast clip of the recording with Danica in the orthodox church in Kragujevac, Serbia.

After leaving Darjeeling we headed for Kalimpong, a small Ghorka city where we recorded Sandy Denny’s “Rising for the moon” in a flower garden with the snowy peaks of the Himalaya in the background. The next morning as we left quite early, I walked down the hill into town in a very good mood.  As I passed a Buddhist monastery below with prayer flags waving in the wind and the snow mountains in sight, I heard the low sound of prayer coming out of the building and I stopped for a while. It seemed like a perfect moment.

Then we drove to lower India, passed the poor but beautiful province Assam, where we travelled the last few miles with armed police escorte (for there’d been about 30 kidnappings there in the last month). On a desolated road we proceeded through the rural border area.  And then..entered Bhutan.

Being there, after  two hard  months of travelling, was wonderful. Like a fairytale. We crossed  the border at Gelephu, a quite uncommon crossing where no group of western cars had entered before..and there was a welcome commity of Bhutanese school children there. Very overwhelming. It made me smile.

After two days of driving through Bhutan’s  gorgeous mountain landscape we reached the capital Thimphu where we played at the Kilu Music School. Arnold donated the cittern and the other musical instruments. Also a giclee of Henk Helmantel’s still life painting of the cittern was presented to a representative of the Bhutanese Government. To me personally the highlight that day was meeting Namkha and Lhamo, the two royal traditional  singers of Trio Druk Yul, with whom I rehearsed a Bhutanese song that we would record together the next day.

Namkha & Lhamo

The next day we also met with Jigme of Trio Druk Yul,  a very special encounter. The five of us rehearsed in our hotelroom, Bert on the cittern, Jigme on his dranyen (a beautiful 6 stringed instrument with a dragon shaped end). Hans filmed it all and that afternoon we went to the Dzong (see the earlier pictures) to make some outside recordings. We repeated our rehearsals the next day and performed together at the finale, the big centenary concert, as part of the festivities of the crowning of the King in the center of Thimphu on the festival grounds aside the river. All was broadcasted live by Bhutanese national television. Afterwards Namkha, Lhamo and Jigme took us to a National Gross Happiness congres in another part of town, where the five of us perfomed once more. As we were about to start the power went off and the lights went out, but that made it all the more special, as we started singing and playing in the dark untill it switched on again. 

And then, after our short, but very intense stay in Bhutan, we flew home and entered the Dutch winter.  It has been a tremendous journey of numerous impressions. I’m looking forward to the release of the DVD as well as to future collaborations with the musicians we met along the way. I will still be writing on this blog if there’s any news..

Linde, The Netherlands

p.s.  a special giclee of the still life with cittern by Henk Helmantel (like the one donated to the Bhutanese Government) can be ordered via this link.

The final concert

Henk Helmantel's still life painting of the cittern

Tonight Bert and I will tell about our adventures in a live broadcast on TV Noord! It will air around 6:15 PM.

Inbetween takes

Bert and Jigme recording

with Namkha and Lhamo

All together (picture by Arnold)

 

Bert recording with Jigme Drukpa of trio Druk Yul in front of beautiful Buddhist Dzong

Just a short post, for so much is happing right now. I will write all about it later! We’re in Bhutan now, have been  here for a few days and gave our concert at the Kilu Music School yesterday, where the Fylde cittern, along with other musical instruments, was presented. Today we met with and recorded with the wonderfull Bhutanese music trio Druk Yul, with whom we will play again tomorrow night at the big coronation concert here in the capital Thimphu.

I’ll write more soon!

“I am walking on a road

Where the mountains meet the sand

And the story will unfold

As I hold it in my hand”

..are the first lines of the “Road to Bhutan” song that I started writing before we left.Yesterday Bert and I walked on a small Darjeeling road with mountain views and plenty of green surrounding us. And fresh air. The temperature is about 18 degrees celcius here. We’re at clouds height.

To the both of us, travelling through the hot Indus Valley has been quite hard. With its smog, reckless driving, people everywhere in a survival of the fittest it wasn’t a good place to renew your energy and I am happy to be in the Himalaya mountains now. Also, in the lower, crowded part of India it wasn’t possible to make any outside recordings (and the same goes for cooking off road at the car on a quiet spot..we tried it a few times but it immediately attracted about 10 nosy Indians studying our every move!)

Tomorrow we’ll leave for Kalimpong where we will make some DVD recordings. Meanwhile here are a few more pictures…

(p.s. iedereen opnieuw bedankt voor alle fijne comments!)

surrounded by green

mountains

Bert eating a sandwich

These are turbulent times and we’re travelling in a bubbly part of the world. One day after we’d left Quetta (Pakistan) there was a severe earthquake just 70 kilometres off the city. Right now I’m watching the Indian coverage of Barack Obama winning the US elections in a hotel room in Agra, India; a special moment in history.

Travelling through Pakistan was interesting and the images were beautiful, but as we were constantly escorted by policemen it was hard to really experience the country and its people. Whereas in Pakistan there seemed to be large areas with still a hugely ‘traditional’ lifestyle, crossing the border to India we entered an eclectic world of the new and the old, the rich and the poor. Sacred cows at the motorways eating the garbage alongside the roads; tuk tuks, walkers, bicycles, fancy cars and the occasional elephant all using the same road in a dangerous driving style. Bert and I drove to Delhi (an enormous city with 16 million inhabitants) for a concert that was scheduled for November 3^rd in the outside auditorium of the Vasant Valley School.

The concert was organised via Roger, the man who has lent his Landrover to us, by Round Table India (an organisation that does a lot of benefit projects) in support of their project, ‘Freedom through Education’ and they did an impressive job of organising it all. The main organiser Khushroo Kalyanwala, an Indian architect, invited us to stay at his house the first night and took us to the Delhi main TV station the next day for a live interview announcing the concert. We told about our journey and our aim to connect with people through music in all the different countries we cross and on the studio monitor I could see them broadcasting the both of us with the subtitle “Music with a cause” (quite an impressive title…). It was a nice, sparkly interview and we played two fragments of songs (“Follow the Heron” and “The snows..”). That evening we slept at the beautiful farm house of another man, by the name of Puneet Gupta, on the edge of town.

The Delhi concert (see the large posters in the background! We've never had them this big before..)

Just a short post. We are in Pakistan now.. A completely different world. There is no time for music (though I watched some nice Pakistani music on the hotel television last night) for we’re trying to cross the country fast. I have seen beautiful images; people, houses, nature but all from my car seat. 

Most of the time we are being escorted by armed policemen. It started in Iran when we reached the Iranian/Pakistan border with all 8 cars and entered Baluchistan. I must admit it felt strange to see guns and machine guns, but now after three days I’m getting ‘used’ to it. Is Pakistan unsafe? I don’t know really. There are armed checkpoints everywhere where all Western travellers must sign their names and receive almost constant escorte. Yesterday Bert and I left Quetta (I just read on the internet there was a bomb attack there that same day) and headed to the city of Sukkur at the river Indus. We drove 9 hours in a row, with a new armed military vehicle assisting us every 20 kilometres, all over very bumpy roads. A beautiful sight by daylight was the crossing of the Bolan pass. Driving in the dark through the steamy, tropic area with lots of unilluminated vehicles and donkeys, along the road we met with friendly inspector Abdul who helped us with finding a hotel. Here, in Sukkur we are in a hotel with constant armed protection. When Bert went into town earlier this morning he was obligatory escorted by four armed policemen. Like he was some very important person…