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.
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