It was a day so pleasant that birds sang their heart’s out. A day perfect for a long drive to lofty heights. Where one can listen to an unbridled rendition of nature’s symphony at Chelela Pass (3,998m), Bhutan’s highest motorable road. The stiff breeze rifling through the thousands of prayer flags. The sharp afternoon shower bouncing off the tiny tin-roofed shed. The cheerful yelps of a band of dogs being fed by a little girl. Her lilting laughter fading into thick rolling carpets of mist. A lone biker appearing as if by magic through the same cover of mist, the roar of his bike muffled by the wind.
To soak all this in, just find a patch of grass. After all, that’s why you came to Bhutan. To lose yourself in the life-affirming embrace of nature.
