Often my holidays were labor that blurred the line between loving my work and being turned off and being ridiculed. Although I call it the occupational danger of working in fashion, Paris, an assumption for many honeymooners, was mostly work-based on my biennial Fashion Week pilgrimage. Needless to say, the City of Love is not so romantic when you run from pillar to post. You will also dodge the poodle while entering notes and save the untouched ruby red samba. Finally, on the mission of doing nothing, seeking actual breaks, I arrived at Pemako Punaka, a luxurious hideaway surrounded by Bhutan’s lap, leaving all my bookings, schedules and itinerary at the reception.
The 2.5 hour drive from Thimphu’s quaint airport to Punaka felt like it had returned to prehistoric times when nature was the best ruled. For those who pay $12 for Wi-Fi in flight, and for those who have had a network of zero as a car that had been zigzag from the valley of mist, the beginning of this adventure has become very wild. Holding the black travel case that completed the airport look, I carefully crossed the suspension bridge above the gushing river. This is the only connection to a hideaway hidden beneath the leaves on the other side of civilization. David escapes a bug in a wheat field Schitt’s Creek It came to mind, and I held back my thoughts.
