Two lines of prayer flags, white, yellow, red, green and blue, strung across a deep valley with dark ridges under a clear blue sky

Higher

The wind gets here first.

The trees thin and the valley opens behind you, further down than you expected. Flags run from pine to pine, worn pale by the weather. You hear them before you see them.

Prayer flags above the Paro valley

A white monastery with gold roofs high on a dark cliff, half hidden in drifting cloud, pine forest falling away beneath it

Into the cloud

There. Then not.

Somebody stops and points. A white wall and a line of gold, high on the cliff, and a good deal further off than you had hoped. Then the cloud closes over it, and you go on climbing towards where it was.

Paro Taktsang in cloud

The Tiger's Nest seen from across the gorge: white buildings with red and gold roofs stacked against a sheer rock face, pines growing from the cliff, cloud in the valley behind

Across the gorge

Now sit down.

The path comes out on a ledge and the whole of it is level with you: roofs, windows, a cliff that should not hold a building at all. You have earned a seat.

Nothing to do now but look. Stay as long as you like.

Paro Taktsang from the trail

A wide valley in blue haze under a clear sky, ridges fading one behind another, and a dzong dark and small on the valley floor

When would you come?

Spring or autumn. Choose a month and see what it brings.

Come and climb it.

The Thimphu valley