Something tells me these are not the stories management is hoping their staff will share with its guests.
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From the mountains to the rice paddies
Squad goals: hike, meditate, yoga, rest.
No other country can be like Bhutan
3 October 2018 One of our guides said that “No other country can be like Bhutan,” and the more I learn about this small monarchy (on the verge of democracy) the more I find myself in agreement. We started our day super early—so early we literally had to jump the fence to gain entry toContinue reading “No other country can be like Bhutan”
Bridges across mighty rivers
The longest suspension bridge in Bhutan crosses the confluence of the Mo and Pa Chhu rivers to the trail that leads to the Khamsum Yuelley Namgyal Chorten. We hike to the temple (2300m) and then view its interior murals, stopping to hear the powerful legend of the magical dagger— where Buddha and his lover joinContinue reading “Bridges across mighty rivers”
A little spice goes a long way
The farmer’s market is alight with colorful produce hidden under gray awnings that Claudia and I must be mindful. At 5’ 9”, we have almost 4” on most Bhutanese we have met or seen. We spy a gray kitten darting between the wood cabinets, as dogs lay about in the streets and the random cowContinue reading “A little spice goes a long way”
Experiencing Bhutan Firsthand
I find myself on a quiet retreat, pleasantly lost in a place absent of time.
Contemplating Bhutan: First Impressions
Crisp mountain breeze. The moment the air in Bhutan touches your skin, it’s as if you’ve been reborn. As if you stumbled upon a bottled elixir, untouched by impurities and accessible only when one has traveled far, far away from the Western world. In recent months I’ve been obsessed with comic book inspired programming (TheContinue reading “Contemplating Bhutan: First Impressions”
The young girl I used to be
Sunday, September 30 — 9:00 AM This day has been 9 months in the making. And as I sit here listening to the waterfall fountain at our Bangkok resort, I can’t help but wonder how did this small town Brooklynite get here. Small town Brooklyn may sound like an oxymoron to some but I cameContinue reading “The young girl I used to be”
One Day in Bangna, on the outskirts of Bangkok
Like any city with a well-orchestrated train system, Bangkok is easy to navigate.
Your only challenge is to go in with an open mind
Any sense of time, or place, evaporates the first moment you step onto the playa.
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