Wed, May 7, 2003
I planned for my first impression of Bhutan when I stepped off the plane to be one of wonder and awe. From the breathy, reverent utterance of the word "Bhutan" I had heard from other travelers to the country, I imagined that even the sparkle of the tarmac would sweep me off my feet and that I couldn't help but be enchanted from the first second to the last. My knees decided a different fate.
Posted at Wed, May 7 2003
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