Bhutan, Land of the Thunder Dragon

Just in case you were wondering how to write “Tim Horton’s” in Arabic…

I tried unsuccessfully last night to get my freebie hotel room changed to the in-terminal hotel. I was hoping of scoring some extra sleep time instead, I got private fancy-van transfer into town. The route was lined with every western fast food joint you could imagine including T.G.I. Fridays. I was scratching my head over this one as Friday is the holy day here when everything closes and alcohol isn’t served much anywhere outside of upscale western establishments.

I realize that the road from an airport is never a city’s best feature but still, I can’t say that I would ever want to spend anymore time here. The one building that interested me was the national museum designed by French architect Jean Nouvel (he also designed the Abu Dhabi Louvre that I visited last year.) Had the timing of my connection been different I would have gone…

Heading to Katmandu now with another glass of champagne and a tiny cup of spiced arabic coffee.

Wonder if this guy pushing the plane out from the gate knows there are forward facing cameras on board?