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Travelling In

It is such a shame that I could not update my blog for over a month now. I would not want to bid March 2016 goodbye without a single blog entry on my blog. That's why although I am travelling right now, I am stopping to post something so that I have something for March 2016 on my record. 

Travelling to far off places in Bhutan have been a fruitful and enriching experience. Most of us wish to travel abroad and see different cultures and tradition, and people's way of life. 

But sadly, there are so many things that we need to see and experience here in the country. There are places that offer so much and we have so much to learn. That's why I think we need to also start travelling and seeing our own places. That's why we need to start visiting packages even for the natives. 

Today, we only sell our country to the foreigners. It is high time that we introduce our own country to our people. That's why we need not visit foreign countries every time to learn something. Although I am not totalling ruling out that we would get a lot of new experiences and exposures from abroad it is given.

The idea is to travel inside the country. I think it is important before we travel outside. We must appreciate what we have before we go visit some foreign places. 

Some good news, though -  I was told that a group of young Bhutanese entrepreneurs are venturing into providing pilgrimage services to our people inside the country. Bhutan has a lot of sacred places and sites to visit. And having a company that takes our people to visit all these sacred sites is heartening truly. (I am going to explore more about that company in my next post.) 

Over the past week that I have been travelling I have seen and experienced so much. I would love to post some pictures soon. 

P.S - a brief post in want of time.


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  1. Greetings to you. It is nice to see you updating your blog today. I look forward to hear what you have seen in your beautiful country.

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