In my hand is a boarding pass and on it are three letters in bold: SFO. The ticket agent treated this as a very routine check-in. She tucked the boarding pass into my passport and handed it over the counter like I was just another passenger. Like I wasn’t someone who was about to…
It’s after dark when we reach the farmhouse where we’ll spend the next two nights. An opportunity to ‘immerse’ myself in Bhutanese culture, it is an experience I’ve been looking forward to in the same way I might a community service project on a Saturday. I know it will be good for me – worthwhile…
I brought with me to Bhutan a pre-existing interest in Buddhism. I can’t really remember what compelled me, but last March I enrolled in an ‘Introduction to Buddhism’ class in San Francisco. Yes, I could have bought a book – but you cannot ask questions to a book, and I had lots of those. So…
Bhutan, for whatever reason, decided to set up shop smack dab in the middle of the Himalayas. There isn’t a plain in site. The airport runway is couched in barely a valley where a dozen ridges collide, a predicament so unusual that the pilot warned us before the descent that we should not be alarmed…
Somewhere Seeking 