Around the World... One Journey at a Time.

Around the World... One Journey at a Time.

2008 Journeys: Bhutan

by Kathy 20. May 2009 23:57

The most cherished memories from our Bolivian motorcycle adventure last year involved our encounters with people in remote villages that rarely receive “tourists.” For our next ride, I wanted to visit another country where we might find communities that had managed to retain their traditional cultures, with minimal influence from outside visitors. As soon as I heard about Bhutan, the “Land of the Dragon,” my heartstrings were clutched in a vice-grip that eventually pulled me across the Pacific Ocean.

Protected by the massive snowy Himalayan peaks along its northern border with Tibet, and the mountainous jungles along its southern border with India, Bhutan remained a fairly isolated country until the 1960’s. Many of the people still practice the same traditions that have existed for hundreds of years. The majority of people in Bhutan are Buddhist. The government is concerned with “Gross National Happiness”, instead of Gross National Product. Economic decisions are made with the goal of maintaining cultural and religious values and preserving the pristine condition of the natural environment, which is an ecological wonderland.

The flow of tourism is strictly regulated. The government understands that unrestricted tourism can have an irreversible negative impact on Bhutanese traditions and culture. The law requires all visitors to travel with a licensed Bhutanese guide or Bhutanese-owned tour operator. Tourism is steadily increasing, however, and contact with outside visitors has already influenced the country in many subtle, as well as blatant, ways.

I was eager to see and experience Bhutan before too many more changes had occurred. Ben and I chose to ride motorcycles from one end of the country to the other on a series of unbelievably amazing, narrow, twisty roads. We also spent a few days riding in the tea-bush covered mountains of northeastern India. Our time in these two countries was truly magical.

Click on each “Day” below to read the details of our journey.

Days 1 and 2: Traveling to Delhi, India

Day 3: India; Through the India-Bhutan Border

Day 4: Bhutan; Bike Lessons on the Way to Tashigang

Day 5: Bhutan; Switchbacks Galore to Mongar

Day 6: Bhutan; Waterfalls and Icy Roads to Bumthang Valley

Day 7: Bhutan; Festivities in Bumthang Valley

Day 8: Bhutan; High Road to Wangdi Phodrang

Day 9: Bhutan; Punakha Dzong and the Capital, Thimphu 

Day 10: Bhutan; Living Like Royalty in Paro Valley 

Day 11: Crossing the Border into Jaigaon, India

Day 12: India; West Bengal Backroads to Kalimpong (Not yet posted)

Day 13: India; Tea Time in Darjeeling (Not yet posted)

Day 14: India; Grand Finale to Bogdogra (Not yet posted)

Day 15: Traveling Home (Not yet posted)

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We are a family of four—Kathy, Ben, Genevieve (age 10) and Sebastian (age 7).  Our goal is to learn and have as much fun as possible as we travel through this life together.  “Home” is currently the beautiful town of Aptos, along the Pacific Ocean in Central California.

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Journeys (alphabetical)

Baja, Mexico (2007)
Baja, Mexico (2008)
Bhutan and Northeastern India
Bolivia
Mexico
Peru
Portugal
Spain
United States by RV
    Across the U.S., Coast to Coast
    Grand Canyon/Utah
    Pacific Northwest (w/Vancouver)
    Route 66
    Southern California/Death Valley

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Anais Nin