I was in awe to discover the bond between the mom and daughter as well as their connection with their machine. The precision of the task was not deterred by the aging equipment. They worked in unison, the rhythmic noise was pleasing to hear. The quiet voice of the little girl added to the symphony.
These are the children of the road workers. The Bhutanese government hired their parents to build roads through what seems to be impassable terrain. The kids are raised on the side of the road in basic camps with no schools, no playgrounds, no sanitary amenities. When they see visitors, they are intrigued and can’t comprehend that you could have traveled from the opposite side of the world. They are curious, but also streetwise.
