Before we fly away, a few nerdy #avgeek travel facts about visiting Bhutan 🤓 (1) There’s only one airline that flies into Bhutan and it’s DrukAir – Royal Bhutan Airlines, which flies to just seven destinations; (2) The country has only one international airport, Paro International Airport (PBH), and it has just one departure gate (!!), so every visitor departing Bhutan by plane will pass through this gate; (3) Of course, the airport is beautifully painted in traditional Bhutanese style; (4) One of the highest airports in the world (elevation 7,332 ft/2,235 m) only a handful of pilots are certified to fly in and out of Paro, as the airport has an exceptionally short runway and is surrounded by mountains on all sides; (5) DrukAir planes have been customized to effectively land and take off from here, given the altitude and navigational logistics; (6) DrukAir’s Business Class is only about $40 US more than an Economy ticket, so just do it! ✈️🇧🇹✈️ #bhutan #bhutantravel #aviationlovers
Wandering through the woods and along the cow paths of Bhutan’s idyllic Phobjikha Valley, my thoughts kept drifting back to the words of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken,” which I’ve always loved not only for how it speaks to the life journey but to a traveler’s journey, specifically... ✈️ 💙🌏 Such a wide world, so many paths, and we always have to choose. Can we, will we, ever return to a destination, to take that other option? Perhaps, but it won’t ever be *this* moment, which is why it’s so important to feel the world with all of your senses and travel with your heart wide open ✨🌏✈️💓 #bhutan #travelinspiration #bhutandiaries
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The Road Not Taken 🍃
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference. 💌