{"id":7389,"date":"2022-12-01T12:22:52","date_gmt":"2022-12-01T11:22:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/volvo-baar.ch\/en\/?p=7389"},"modified":"2023-04-24T08:40:38","modified_gmt":"2023-04-24T06:40:38","slug":"the-visit-of-the-king-of-bhutan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/volvo-baar.ch\/en\/the-visit-of-the-king-of-bhutan\/","title":{"rendered":"The visit of the king of Bhutan"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Once upon a time\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n That’s how almost all fairy tales begin. What I am about to tell you is not a fairy tale, but the true story of one of the most impressive experiences in my professional life.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Once upon a time there was a tall, handsome man of noble descent named Fritz von Schulthess. He lived with his wife in one of the most beautiful castles in Central Switzerland, St. Andreas Castle in Cham. Situated in the middle of a magnificent park, which in the summer months turns into a sea of flowers and colors and extends to the shores of Lake Zug. There were always three VOLVO’s in the garages of the castle. One was used by Fritz von Schulthess himself, the second was reserved for his wife and possible guests, and the third, a station wagon, was needed if one wanted to travel for a few days to the beautifully situated vacation home above Silvaplana with the appropriate luggage. This was driven exclusively by Peter Haas, chauffeur, gardener and girl for everything. Thanks to him, my wife and I were once able to visit all the wonderful rooms of the castle when the gentlemen were abroad. Fritz von Schulthess was of enviable vitality until old age, I sold him the last new VOLVO shortly before his 90th birthday in 1992. A well-traveled, worldly man with a lot of charisma and charisma, he spoke fluent English, French and Spanish in addition to German and had an impressive circle of acquaintances that extended almost around the globe. Among this worldwide circle of friends and acquaintances was Singyle Wangchuk, the king of the Himalayan state of Bhutan. Here begins a story that sounds almost like a fairy tale, but was and still is one of the most striking impressions in my professional life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The small country about the size of Switzerland, wedged between the great states of China and India in the Himalayas, has about 750000 inhabitants and is situated at an average sea level of almost 4000 meters, thus only about 10% of the land is arable. The form of government was an absolute monarchy and King Wangchuk sole ruler over his people. Every few years he came to visit St. Andrew’s Castle with an entourage of about 20 people. From here he undertook shopping tours, mostly to London, to stock up on many necessary or superfluous civilizing items and to pay a visit to Queen Elisabeth. Fritz von Schulthess, on the other hand, also traveled regularly to the Far East.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the spring of 1971, I sold Fritz von Schulthess an elegant dark green VOLVO 164 E with light beige leather upholstery. With its 3-liter 6-cylinder fuel-injected engine and 172 hp, it was a car of the upper class. Two months later, the exotic king paid a visit to St. Andrew’s Castle. The Far Eastern monarch spontaneously fell in love with this car and felt the desire to own the same car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fritz von Schulthess called me and an hour later he was standing on the forecourt of our workshop with King Wangchuk and about five servants. Wonderfully beautiful and colorfully dressed people, a truly unique, exotic picture that should have been captured with a camera. But it might even have been an insult to the king. Taking pictures can annoy, offend, or even snub people if you don’t handle it subtly and get their consent beforehand. We have experienced this again and again in the countries of South America or Africa. By Far Eastern terms, I probably greeted the monarch rather rudely, without triple bows and other forms as is customary in those countries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Singyle Wangchuk, a very pleasant, friendly and educated man from the Drukpas, the dominant ethnic group in Bhutan, reminded me strongly of the Dalai Lama. We talked in English for about an hour, and he was particularly interested in the modern workshop, which I had to explain to him in detail, with Fritz von Schulthess acting as interpreter for difficult technical terms. An hour that has remained in my memory to this day. He ordered the same car as Mr. von Schulthess, gave me a royal business card with the telephone and fax number of his Minister of Finance, with whom I had to settle everything else, and disappeared from our place like a mirage, together with his court.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With a covering letter and a copy of the royal business card, the order went to the importer. Sales manager Winterhalder contacted the manufacturing plant in Sweden so that the order would find the necessary attention. And it found it, for prestige reasons VOLVO took over the transportation costs, which far exceeded the price of the car. About two months later, the car was shipped from Gothenburg, went by sea to Howra near Calcutta in India, and from there by train 800 km north to Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. Bhutan was at that time still a country totally isolated from the outside world without roads or air connections. The only way to get into the country were two large Russian helicopters owned by the king. One of them hoisted the car over the Himalayan mountains to Thimbu, the residence town of the monarch with 3000 inhabitants. The arrival was celebrated with a big folk festival. Half a year had passed since the order, during which time the king had an Indian company build 20 km of asphalt road so that the very first car in the country could also move. He also delegated two of his servants to India for training as chauffeurs and mechanics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bill in US dollars was promptly paid by the Minister of Finance and the case of “Bhutan” was closed. But about a year later, a fax arrived from the Far Eastern kingdom, ordering a whole range of spare parts and aggregates. When the spare parts arrived, I contacted Mr. von Schulthess about the transport. He already knew about it and told me that the king expected me to come to Bhutan personally with it. Of course, I had never expected this. A journey to this mysterious country, which has preserved its religious and magical practices in Buddha’s teachings of salvation for centuries unmolested by the outside world, the only country that still practiced the primal state of Tibetan Buddhism with its legends and fables, its shamanic cults and astrological rituals, its demons and saints in its purest form since Tibet was annexed by China and Sikkim by India, would have been more than tempting for me, it would have been the fulfillment of a dream. In the meantime, I had intensively studied this exotic country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Fritz von Schulthess, who had been a guest of King Wangchuk several times, also enlightened me that hospitality is something sacred in this country and that this trip might take months. Life there is based on other things than the movement of the clock hands. The king alone determines the length of my stay and when one of the royal helicopters will take me back to Kathmandu. This aspect, however, was less enticing. It was simply not possible for me to stay away from our then still young business for months. Mr. von Schulthess showed full understanding for this and I also hoped King Wangchuk, whom I did not want to offend in any way. We found another solution:<\/p>\n\n\n\n As a personal friend, Fritz von Schulthess was invited to the upcoming coronation festivities of his son Jigme Singye Wangchuk, who was only 17 years old at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He traveled to Bhutan two months later anyway and we commissioned a forwarding company to transport the box via Rotterdam to India and on to Kathmandu, which was not very easy. There Mr. von Schulthess took care of it and it flew on with the same royal helicopter as he did to Thimbu, the capital of “Druk Yul”, as the realm of the Thunder Dragon is called in the local language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All this happened 35 years ago. King Singyle Wangchuk died about 10 years ago. His son, the now 51-year-old ruler, has turned his country into a living museum in order to banish the danger of alienation and loss of identity. The ancient culture of the dragon people, from language to dress to architecture, was enshrined in law in the 1980s, and he declared the preservation of the breathtaking natural environment a national task and responsibility. One state after another succumbed to the temptation to relentlessly exploit nature. Only Bhutan, on the roof of the world closest to heaven, still knows paradisiacal conditions, if one may believe the enthusiasm of the only about six thousand tourists who are allowed to visit this wonderful country annually. Progress yes, but not at any price, was the ruler’s motto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To celebrate the 25th anniversary of his reign, state television began broadcasting, satellite television was allowed, and the country was connected to the Internet. King Jigme Singye Wangchuk opened the gate to the world, but only a crack wide. He even disempowered himself by putting the day-to-day political business in the hands of ministers. Very carefully, he wants to transform the Buddhist kingdom into a democracy and has drafted what is probably the world’s shortest constitution, with 34 articles. In doing so, he not only wants to give the people a certain say, but also to secure development aid from the UN.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The world community smiled at the monarch as a dreamer, who confidently declared, “Gross national happiness is more important to me than gross national product.” Although a UN member since 1971, Bhutan has so far also been able to escape globalization. Prayer flags flutter next to television dishes, monasteries rise above hydroelectric power plants, monks type mantras into computers, and the youth wear the national costume over sneakers: a woolen wrap dress that reaches to the knee for men and to the ankle for women. It’s a strange, contrasting world. Schooling and health care are free, and the per capita income, measured in terms of purchasing power, is about 1,500 dollars per year, higher than anywhere else in Southeast Asia. The road network is still rudimentary and does not reach all corners of the rugged country. The capital Thimbu, 2350 meters above sea level, manages without traffic lights. The king sees himself as a defender of Tibetan Buddhism, which is closely interwoven with the country’s culture and customs. His subjects call him reverently “the enlightened one”. The monastery castle towering high above Thimbu is the spiritual center of the country and serves as his seat of government. He is married to four sisters and is the father of ten children. He only recently settled his succession by handing over power to his eldest son, Jigme Khesar Wangchuk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a unique religious campaign, the ruler has made the Himalayan state the first country in the world to be freed from cigarette smoke. Since New Year’s Day 2005, cigarettes are no longer available in the country and smoking is banned in public. In his immense clarity, he saw diabolical forces at work as blue haze rose from the underworld in Bhutan’s thin air against the icy peaks of the Himalayas and the gods rumbled. Evil demons and dark spirits were apparently on the rise, and they had to be stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n “A shining example we want to be to all other peoples” the ruler solemnly proclaimed. It may be legend that the monk-king who founded Bhutan is said to have imposed the world’s first ban on tobacco as early as 1629. In any case, the World Health Organization (WHO) praised the anti-nicotine campaign. Perhaps Druk Yul, the realm of the thunder dragon, is still one of the last paradises on earth?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, 26-year-old Jigme Khesar Wangchuk has taken power, another step in the process initiated by his father 5 years ago to transform the Himalayan kingdom into a democracy. Many Bhutanese initially reacted negatively to these plans, but a trip by the father throughout the country was then able to convince the people of the new constitution. He told his subjects, “the time to relinquish my responsibility has come, Bhutan faces a bright future under the leadership of the new king and a democratic system of government.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n A story that sounds like a fairy tale in our modern, sober world. I often think back somewhat wistfully to having missed the chance of a lifetime back then when I did not accept the King’s invitation. The thought that the very first car, the VOLVO 164 E supplied by our company, ushered in motorization and thus a new era in this unknown country in the Himalayas, also fills me with a little pride. It was a historic event for Bhutan. For me, it was an incomparable, unique and impressive experience to have personally met the then king and grandfather of the present ruler, Singyle Wangchuk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n December 2006 Once upon a time\u2026 That’s how almost all fairy tales begin. What I am about to tell you is not a fairy tale, but the true story of one of the most impressive experiences in my professional life. Once upon … Continue reading The Kingdom of Bhutan<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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