, Mountains all around, climbing up to peaks, rolling into valleys, again and again. Bhutan is
all and only mountains. I know the technical explanation for the landscape, landmass
meeting landmass, the Indian subcontinent colliding into Asia thirty or forty million years
ago, but I cannot imagine it. It is easier to picture a giant child gathering earth in great
armfuls, piling up rock, pinching mud into ridges and sharp peaks, knuckling out little
valleys and gorges, poking holes for water to fall through.