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Finally, after waiting For Some Time, the road to Thimphu reopens, and we pile into the Toyota. I quickly discover that driving in Bhutan is not for the meek. Hairpin turns, precipitous drop-offs (no guardrails), and a driver who firmly believes in reincarnation make for a nerve-racking experience. There are no atheists on Bhutan’s roads.
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When the last tree is cut, When the last river is emptied,
Only then will Man realize that he can not eat money
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