My wife and me travelled overland from Calcutta in West Bengal State to Bhutan. With gorgeous rivers meandering through lush rice terraces, huge protective penises on every wall of its typical half-timbered houses (even the mouth of a natural well was trimmed as a penis) its innocent beauty is hard to endure. Fortress-like dzongs and monasteries sit auspiciously on dramatic mountain tops or at river confluences. Buddhist prayer flags wind through every imaginable part of the beautiful landscape. Momos, delicious steamed dumplings filled with minced meat or vegetable and eaten with hot sauces, were made with a lot of of love everywhere we went. Quaffable local wheat bear, called Panda, was available, too. So, I thought in this deeply Buddhist country with less than 800000 Bhutanese and low population density, all ingredients for a happy life were there.  But to my great surprise even the Bhutanese had obviously difficulties to reach nirvana. Since Bhutan was proudly not counting its gross national product, every citizen was striving to increase gross national happiness. Thus, no end of suffering.