I wanted to get to Bhutan but it just wasn't possible. At Humpty Doo the stones that fell were tiny, just gravel - from the house's driveway I suspect. I remember a small trickle of them from from the ceiling on my head at one point when I was the only person in the room. It was certainly something I won't forget in a hurry - probably the best poltergeist case of the 20th century in my view. Weird.