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Ticket To Bhutan: One Of The Most Isolated Countries On Earth


The latest stop on my ‘Golden Gap’ itinerary was Bhutan, a place that has been bobbing around at the top of my bucket (list) for some time now. Bhutan is something of an enigma to the outside world. One of the most geographically isolated countries on the planet, the landlocked Kingdom of Bhutan is nestled deep in the eastern Himalayas, sandwiched between Tibet and India. It is about half the size of Tasmania, with a population of less than a million people. It is home to more monks than soldiers, has no traffic lights and only opened its doors to tourism in 1974. But make no mistake; Bhutan flies under the radar, by design not default. It is mysterious, unspoiled, progressive and quirky. Full of enchanting contradictions and seductive charm and with a mythical status that belies its sagaciousness.

Gross National Happiness (GNH) has become the ubiquitous tag line for which Bhutan has become synonymous and the cynic in me suspected it might be more propaganda than policy. But it seems that the Bhutanese people really are committed to the business of collective happiness. For thirty years, Bhutan has championed GNH over GDP as a measure of progress, that prioritises quality of life over profit or development and if the people I met are representative of the population, then I think they might just be on to something. This holistic approach based on the four pillars of spiritual, physical, social and environmental health is measured via a thirty page questionnaire that asks questions like,  “How many people close to you can you count on if you are sick, have financial problems or have emotional problems?” and “How free do you feel to express your ideas and opinions?” While personal happiness might be more intuitive than quantifiable, their environmental ‘happiness’ speaks for itself. Bhutan is the only carbon negative country in the world (ie. they take more greenhouse gases from the atmosphere than they emit) and almost all their electricity comes from hydropower. They even export electricity to India … so yep … they are most certainly punching.

A largely Buddhist country, spirituality is embedded into daily life in Bhutan and karma is at the core of their belief system. Now, I am no angel, but even I was taken aback by what seemed to be a few karmic inconsistencies. Far from the airy-fairy, do no wrong Buddhist philosophy I had imagined, karma it seems is quite quantifiable in Bhutan and basically boils down to a lifelong balance sheet of merits versus sins. As long as your merits out weigh your sins when the final accounts are tallied, then all bodes well for your next life. If however, you carry forward more sins than merits, then you may well be reincarnated as a three legged yak. This karmic accountancy seems less to do with morality and ethics and more about balancing the books. It seems that the Bhutanese can offset night hunting (the ancient practice of breaking into a girls home in the middle of the night), extra marital affairs and other assorted ‘white lies’ by walking clockwise around a Chorten all day to accumulate additional merits. How convenient. 

Angela Galloway at the top of Tiger’s Nest

The lines between spirituality and superstition also seem a little blurry in Bhutan. One must always walk clockwise around a temple or Chorten and spin every prayer wheel (clockwise) to increase the chances of your prayers being answered. Sonam, my quirky but cool tour guide was also way more afraid of evil spirits than he was of the bears, tigers, leopards and cobras that resided in the hills through which we were trekking. He was also a staunch believer in the existence of Yeti’s  … that communicate via whistling and exude a foul odour. In fact, such was his belief, that he detailed our exit plan should we encounter one on our travels. Apparently, our course of action would be dependant on its gender he said; “If it is a female yeti, then we should run downhill, because her large and cumbersome breasts would slow her down.” If however we encounter a male yeti, we should “run uphill because he would be more likely to trip over his large ‘pendulum’ whilst negotiating the steep ascent.” There are so many shades of wrong with this theory that I am not sure where to start … not the least of which is getting close enough to the genitalia of a yeti before deciding which way to flee. 

This fascination with genitalia and ‘pendulums’ (or phallus’ as they so delicately put it) however, is not limited to yetis. Ancient deities could apparently subjugate demons by shooting fire out of their phalluses. Large (and very anatomically correct) depictions of phallus’ are displayed on the front of many homes and business’ as a way of warding off evil spirits and there is an entire village dedicated to the phallus that sells giant statues, earrings, necklaces and key rings … all proudly created by local artisans. I wandered through this village (like a giggly schoolgirl) en route to the fertility temple, where I was blessed by a monk. This blessing came in the form of a firm whack over the head with a bow and arrow and a giant 10-inch timber phallus. Don’t even.  I am still a little traumatised. 

My two-week Bhutan itinerary left no stone unturned and was a little more challenging than I had anticipated. I trekked up mountains.. through cypress and rhododendron forests (to an altitude of 3800m) and I camped out and dined on more potato and rice than I care to recall. The natural beauty of Bhutan is staggering and it left me speechless on more than one occasion. On my last day we trekked up and camped above the Tiger’s Nest monastery amongst the clouds. We woke early to hike down and enjoy the serenity of Tiger’s Nest before the trekkers arrived from the town below. There are no words to describe how magical this place is. An experience I will remember until the day I die. But it wasn’t all work and no play. I also immersed myself into the local culture with a night out on the town (in Thimphu), chaperoned by Sonam and Jigme (my ex Buddhist monk driver who spoke almost no English). First stop was karaoke where I (literally and metaphorically) killed The Bangles ‘Eternal Flame’  … then onto the ‘Disco Party’ circa 1985. Let’s just say … what happens at the Bhutanese disco party stays at the Bhutanese disco party. But henceforth, all nightclubs will be known as “disco parties.” (best name ever!)

 I wasn’t ready to leave Bhutan, but I know I will be back. I whispered it to the prayer wheels (as I spun them clockwise) and scattered my dreams across the prayer flags that seemed to connect land to heaven. In the meantime I need to find a painter who can adorn my house with a phallus or two to ward off evil spirits and locate a karmic accountant to help me balance my books!

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Written by Angela Galloway

After a successful career in marketing and advertising, Angela Galloway devoted the majority of the last nineteen years to be support crew for a partner and two kids across three states and two countries. Now, as she emerges from the haze of ‘domestic pit alley’ she is faced with the familiar dilemma of trying to rediscover and reinvent in preparation for the the next half century. She has returned to her love for writing to help with this process (and as a cheap form of therapy!) Be inspired by her regular stories as she travels the world and writes a regular travel journal on her mid-life Gap Year for The Carousel.

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