Paro’s narrow, barely land-able valley – with wingtips brushing pine trees, as we see sawed between mountains. Following this, my new friend offered to take me with his family to just two doors down from my current address. They had been away for weeks and their extended family met them at the airport with a fully stocked Bhutanese picnic in the pick up. There is nothing more traditionally Bhutanese than pick nicking. Surrounded by lush green mountains, above the river winding between rice fields, we sat on a big carpet and dined on green chilies, red rice, and Suja – tea made with butter!