Amid all the Trump tweeting on Truth Social, which was causing market mayhem, I entered the country on April 2, paying the US$100 ($127.37) per day tourist tax to try to learn what this unique country, which beats to the GNH (Gross National Happiness) drum, and not GNP (Gross National Product) that the rest of the world dances to — whether capitalist or communist — as we are broadly focused on measuring output and maximising economic growth.
As the global markets roiled with thunderclaps from Donald Trump, I shielded myself by spending the first third of April in the land of the Thunder Dragon — Bhutan.
As there is no navigation radar to help guide the planes in, Paro, where we flew in, is considered the most dangerous international airport in the world. Just 50 pilots worldwide are certified to manually navigate the winding valleys to the short landing strip at 2,300m, flanked by views of the Himalayan ranges on the descent.
