My favourite photographs from Bhutan
It's nice to read back through these old writings, now, as I prepare finally to chronicle the experience of those three years in Bhutan. So much about life there made it difficult to write from Bhutan, but I think more than anything it was something I read from Hemingway in A Moveable Feast . He said that you can never write about where you are , only where you were , and I found that to be true. Now that enough time has passed and I can reflect upon the many experiences that defined my three years in Bhutan, I will take up this blog again and finally tell the stories I was too busy living through to write about. I'll begin with a few of my favourite photos from my time in Bhutan. There are many more, so there may be a few posts like this, but this first set offers a glimpse into the life of a volunteer teacher in rural Bhutan. I hope they're enjoyable, and please do comment if you have any observations or questions to share. 1. There was little holiday time for...