“The mountains are calling and I must go.”

— Muir, 1873

Lovingly bundled into renaud’s suitcase is “the Bhutanese jacket”:

A thigh-length coat of Bhutanese yathra, and the reason we met, over a decade ago, when its fitting brought him to Hamburg, to the nr. 3 bus, and to fē.

It’s the reason we decided to have our honeymoon in Bhutan, which so many friends and family generously contributed to.

And so it’s the reason we’re on our way now, from Aarhus to Billund to Frankfurt to Delhi and thence, finally, to Paro.

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