I refused to write one word stating that I was on my way back to Bhutan until I was actually there.
For a while, it looked as if the story of my return would have to be about a night’s stay in a cell in Paro. With a visa far from ensured and hundreds of dollars tied up in a prepaid flight, I was considering attempting to return to Bhutan without permission, and work the rest out from there. If I was allowed to board the plane, I figured I could cross my fingers for a congenial escort to the Indian border.
Thankfully, I have a much less interesting tale to tell.
The magazine I’ll be working with came through on the paperwork, and much appreciation goes to those staff who helped out. Cara also deserves a huge thanks for an absolutely-Herculean, eleventh-hour effort that finally saw everything pushed through (literally just hours before my flight’s departure). The sheer number of bureaucratic hurdles that Cara overcame is a testament to both the Bhutanese government’s mind-blowing capacity for red tape, and its civil servants’ equally-remarkable ability and willingness to work through such bureaucratic labyrinths, and ensure that those who ask for help receive it.
I didn’t do much with my time in Bangkok. I suppose I could have done a better job making the best of a bad situation. But it just never happened.
I do enjoy Bangkok’s energy. There really are few cities in the world that run on such pure enthusiasm. But I wasn’t in the mood. I’m sure our paths will across again, one day.Social tagging: bangkok > bhutan > bureaucracy > paro > thailand > thimphu