Arriving Paro, Bhutan

Just before landing at Paro airport, the distance presents a magnetic and seductive sight to behold.  Nothing does justice to the jettison of earth’s flesh that has scabbed in a violet fashion, a frenzy of platelets.  For stretches of miles it is seemingly flat, like a still day deep at sea, until the edges of shredded paper, the Himalayan range, stands, literally, thousands of feet above the thin air with rough flanks and fibers edges.  This is Bhutan.

Jaq Poussot