Dragons drew me to Bhutan. Dragons and flying tigresses and tales of epic battles against powerful deities. Skeptics might tell me that’s the stuff of stories, but I can tell you, I wasn’t disappointed. Dragons lurked behind every corner, slithering up columns, peering out of walls, flying overhead on gold and orange wings. Tigers’ tracks nearly the size of my palm impressed the mud beneath my feet in the mountains, and as for the deities…well, if the legends are to be believed, it’s been centur...