Bhutan

‘Bhutan is like a zen Switerzerland’. These were the words I wrote in my diary the day we arrived in Thimphu, our first stop in Bhutan.

There is a solitude to the country, a gentle calm that envelops you as soon as you step off the plane. It’s not forced, not practiced, it’s simply a way of being.

In Bhutan we found a place where locals reached out and touched our hands to feel our spirit, where we were invited into homes for local whiskey simply because we were passing by and where traffic police danced their way through traffic signals at intersections.

You’ll feel like you’re the only tourists in the country but there’s so much to see, villages awash with painted penises, temples, monasteries, nunneries and then, of course, there is Tiger’s Nest. A series of temples set in to the side of a mountain so high you’ll wonder how they ever built it, and how you’ll climb to it. But you will and once there, you’ll be awed by the experience and the country.

I’m feeling calmed just thinking about it all…