Reading Time: 4 minutesBhutan travel Something hit me as I stepped off the plane in Paro, Bhutan. It wasn’t the stunning rugged mountains nearby, topped with a faint mist, like something out of a National Geographic magazine. It wasn’t the emptiness of the airport, since our plane was the only arrival. It was the stillness. The absence of sound, the lack of commotion, the complete serenity of the landscape. I felt isolated. Separated from the …
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