| DATE | MAP POINTS | PLACES |
| 27 Feb | 1 to 2 | home - Siliguri |
| 28 | 2 to 3 | Siliguri - Guwahati |
| 1 Mar | 3 | Guwahati |
| 2 | 3 to 4 | Guwahati - Gelephu (Bhutan) |
| 3 | 4 to 5 | Gelephu - Trongsa |
| 4 | 5 | Trongsa |
| 5 | 5 to 6 | Trongsa - Thimpu |
| 6 | 6 | Thimpu |
| 7 | 6 to 2 | Thimpu - Siliguri |
| 8 | 2 to 1 | Siliguri - home |
Here we are, on the road again. This time marshalling for the 4th Indo Bhutan car Rally. A hectic schedule covering long distances each day with a bunch of Hari Sadu to deal with. A trip tonned with travel quantity, not up to the quality as expected.
Well I been thinking bout the future
But I'm too old to pretend
It's such a waste to always look behind you
Should be lookin' straight ahead
Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Well I been thinking bout the future
But I'm too old to pretend
It's such a waste to always look behind you
Should be lookin' straight ahead
Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
'The Vahana'
For whom the bell tolls
'Kamakshya Mandir'
Miles to go
Bridging the gap
map pointing practical class
Sumanta & Papa Dats
Gotham City
Winding
Hey You
Cradle of Earth
Roadhouse Blues
Smiling Chacha
Pray on the way
Photo please
Kausikda & 'The Vahana'
yes I'm free... free falling
Oh Twisted Me
Good morning Trongsa
Return of the Pteridophytes
Mr. Lonely
He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
Trongsa Jung- The oldest in Bhutan
Jhantuda & Tantuda - Time Control
Picturesque
Snowflakes, my pretty little snowflakes
Flagged
Smoke on the water
Fire in the sky
Fire in the sky
Kancha
Indian embassy golf course : Thimpu
Snowcapped
Taktsang closer
Taktsang
Taktsang from distance
sombra azul
Ribbons of blue, reminds me of you
'Inheritor of more than earth can give,
Passionless calm and silence unreproved,
Whether the dead find, oh, not sleep! but rest,
And are the uncomplaining things they seem,
Or live, or drop in the deep sea of Love;
Oh, that like thine, mine epitaph were--Peace!'
Passionless calm and silence unreproved,
Whether the dead find, oh, not sleep! but rest,
And are the uncomplaining things they seem,
Or live, or drop in the deep sea of Love;
Oh, that like thine, mine epitaph were--Peace!'
