After being told by a renowned Bhutanese scientist that he was doubtful about the existence of the yeti, we went to watch some archery - Bhutan’s national sport - and run a little vox pop while we were there. But again we (or rather I) didn’t exactly come up trumps. And then Richard wouldn’t even let me have Sonam’s footprint - I’d been totally yeti-shamed!

But it was seriously getting a little uncomfortable for me to be honest. I had breezily assured the BBC that in Bhutan we’d turn up an absolute treasure trove of stories. And it simply wasn’t happening at all.

NB. To distract you from my predicament, here are two quite interesting things about Bhutanese archery: (1) Note how some of the opposing team down the other end of the field (pitch?) stand round the target while their rivals fire at it - they then just nonchalantly step out of the way at the last second when the arrow reaches them after flying in from 145 metres away - absolutely terrifying to watch! (2) “Kha Shed”: the tradition that you put your opponent off their game as they prepare to fire by making unflattering assertions about their archery skills, intellect, appearance, and even their performance in the bedroom, all in as florid and humorous language as possible. Now that could certainly liven up a few other sports…