The myth of Shangri-La has always fascinated me, a land of peace and silence, a mythical paradise where only the pure hearts can live, a place of love and wisdom where there is no suffering, old age, abandon. A timeless Eden with a thousand names, in search of which explorers and mystics have ventured over the centuries without leaving a true trace.
Where is it Shangri-La? Most of the references identify this space in the mountainous regions of Eurasia, but ancient Indian texts refer to the Sutlej valley or to the Himachal Pradesh. However, contemporary Buddhist scholars have no doubts: the Shambhala (Shangri-La in Sanskrit) is found in the most extreme stretches of the Himalayas, in the Dhauladhar mountains, or, for other currents, its entrance door would be kept in a remote monastery of Tibet.
I like to think that everyone can identify their own Shangri-La where they feel the soul is welcomed and safe, protected and stimulated, brought back to life. Bhutan is my Shambhala. In this corner of the world suspended between heaven and earth where the only spoken language is that of happiness, paradise is closer. The FIL (gross internal happiness) permeates the experience, every action or thought is turned to joy, research is philosophy of life, collective feeling, inner need. It is easy for the traveler to feel welcomed in this world where everything is a smile, where nature envelops and captivate and the suggestions satisfy well beyond the gaze. Shangri-La is there, and that’s where I want to bring you.
“I have often found myself with a goodbye to make, a suitcase to prepare, a radical change to deal with and a new dimension to find. Managing changes in work, life and prospects have led me to my most authentic metamorphosis: to make a profession of the travel experience.