The ginger troubadour blazes electric orange against the purple haze of a Himalayan night, his acoustic guitar catching stray stage lights like some holy beacon. Somewhere between sea level and the stars, in Thimphu’s thin mountain air, he howls into the microphone with that raw British soul, making the ancient peaks of Bhutan echo with modern hymns. His fingers dance across weathered strings while prayer flags flutter in the distance – East meets West in a cosmic jam session at the top of the world.
