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  • Bhutan: The Dragon Kingdom

    The Himalayan mountain range, the tallest on the planet, always held my fascination. At long last I was able to experience them and from a little known country—Bhutan—that has a magic and charm of its own. 


    I traveled to Bhutan rather than Tibet or Nepal because fewer people go there. Bhutan considers mountains to be sacred, so you can't climb them. You can only gaze at them from their base and appreciate their majesty. There aren't any mountain climbers, rescue helicopters, or base camps full of technical equipment and satellite radios. Trekkers in Bhutan look for serenity, not the glory of conquering mountain tops.

    An Overlooked Country

    Many people haven't heard of Bhutan. It is a small country tucked between China to the north and east, and India to the south and west. The country is so small and so agrarian that it’s amazing that neither China nor India have tried to annex it. Bhutan does not have any formal diplomatic association with China, but it is closely connected to India through economic and military ties.

    Bhutan exports 75% of its hydroelectric power to India while India supplies a transient work force to Bhutan for construction and road repair jobs. As I rode through the country I saw many Indian work crews living in small shacks on the side of the road. Men, women, and children were on those crews.

    The small Bhutanese army is trained by the Indian Army and relies on the Indian Air Force for air assistance. I saw a number of Indian troops at many of the small army outposts I passed on our trek. I wasn't allowed to take any photographs of the army outposts, which were modest compounds that didn't appear to be equipped with much more than a few people who could serve as a checkpoint.


    A Challenging Landing

    Bhutan sits on the slopes of the eastern Himalayan mountains. The terrain consists of hills, mountains, and valleys, with most people living in the valleys where they can grow crops. There really aren’t any wide open plains like the midwest in the United States. Being landlocked, Bhutan doesn’t have a coastline.

    With no open, flat spaces, it is not easy for jet planes to get into and out of the country. The Paro valley where the airport is located isn’t very long and it is often subject to high winds. Planes must weave their way between mountains as they descend towards the airport. The runway never really comes into view until the last turn around the last set of mountains. Then, it’s time to straighten out the plane for the landing. At that point, the plane is only a few hundred feet off the ground.

    From the passengers perspective, the wings look dangerously close to the trees. It’s because of these physical challenges that pilots can land only during the day and when the weather is good so they can have a clear view of the landing. All planes going to Bhutan first stop in India or Bangladesh. (My plane stopped in Bangladesh.) Then, if conditions are good for a visual landing, the plane continues. Only eight pilots are certified to land there. And only one airline, Drukair, flies there.

    To get an idea of what it is like to fly into Bhutan, see this video:

    Real Paro Bhutan Landing 15 A319 Cockpit

    Despite the fact the landing video gives me chills every time I see it, I must admit that I enjoyed the actual landing. It was the beginning of a dream trip for me. As I saw the houses and trees flying by, my thoughts were occupied with the adventure I was about to begin.

    Travel Info

    I traveled with Geographic Expeditions on the Sacred Summits of Bhutan trip. This 14-day journey includes 8 nights on the trail and several days before and after the trek to experience the life and culture of the Bhutanese people.

  • The Flight to Hong Kong

    It's minus 63 degrees outside. We are flying into a 110 MPH head wind, which probably explains why it takes almost 15 hours to get to Hong Kong, I try not to think about the thin wall of composite separating me from the subzero air.

    My seat is angled to face the windows. I can see through three of them. Through the left window I see a massive engine. It doesn't appear to have any moving parts, yet I know the fan blades are creating the thrust to keep this can of 350 people at 38,000 feet.

    The engine hangs forward of the wing. I'm not sure how it's fastened. It doesn't look as if anything much it holding it in place. There is only one engine on this side. What if the engine on the other side stops? Could we fly on just this one? I suspect so, but it would take some precise piloting to control the lopsided thrust.

    A flight attendant brings me a cognac—Hine "Rare and Delicate." The quotes are theirs, not mine. I don't know much about cognac, but I do know this one is smooth and tasty. Cognac service signals cabin sunset. The lights dim as passengers pull out comforters and convert their upright seats to the bed position. I, too, settle into slumber.

    Flying always brings an uneasy sleep, even in a bed. I notice when the background noise of the jets change. At times they purr. At times they roar. The seatbelt sign comes and goes with the changes. But even the turbulent times on this flight are smoother than driving down the 101 in the Bay Area. And fortunately there isn't any side-to-side rolling, like on that trip across the Drake Passage on the Polar Star.

    I put my nose on one of the windows to get a glimpse of the sky. I can't connect the dots into any familiar shape. If only the plane had an observation bubble I might be able to get my bearings. We are over Japan now. Maybe I'd never get my bearings at this latitude and longitude.

    After dinner, a six-hour sleep, a movie (Another Earth), reading, and a long conversation with Glen, the trip info screen shows another three and a half hours to go. The images from the belly-side camera are black. Will the sun rise before we get to Hong Kong? Will we ever get to Hong Kong? It's a long flight. Hong Kong isn't even my final destination. It's the transfer point for Ho Chi Minh City.