It’s been almost a month since I’ve returned from a 2 week motorbike trip through Bhutan, a tiny kingdom bordering China and India.
This small country of just 685,000 people clings to a life from years again. A life that is simple, kind and decent. It’s a nice kind of life they have.
I know I’ve said this before on another trip, and I took the words directly from my mate Ian after one of his trips, but it’s worth repeating:
I will be absorbed back into the river of everyday reality like a raindrop in a river, with virtually everyone around me totally oblivious (and why shouldn’t they be) to the intense reality I have just experienced on my journey.
I say reality, because this journey has been far more for me than just another holiday. Holidays for a week or so on a beach are part of the workday reality of everyday life. My journey, for me, felt completely different to that.
The beauty of it all is, I guess, you can back with a sense of just how lucky I am to have good health and the unbelievable opportunity all of us have each day.
Now for some photos.