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Be true to who you are

Smile often and be grateful

…and finally make every moment count

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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

OUR SCENIC DRIVE TO NUWAKOT


WEATHER: Beautiful and 25C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Our amazing view from our accommodation at famous Farm

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Can’t think of a single thing

WORD OF THE DAY:  Mahango-expensive

DISTANCE TRAVELLED: 120km

We were leaving at 8am this morning and with breakfast not included, we were up, showered and on the square at 7am.  Satya said there should be some places open for breakfast at 7am, so with high hopes we set off in search of something to eat.  We went back to where we had dinner last night and the guy at the restaurant asked which group we were part of and after we told him Intrepid he told us 7.30am was when breakfast opened (obviously not an important client).  So we walked up to where we had eaten lunch the day before and we were told that they would open in 10 minutes, but the place looked all shut up and the kitchen was dark and no action happening in there.  So we decided to head back to the dinner place and when we got back there at 7.15am, Leena and Sam where there and had ordered!!!  From the same guy that told us 7.30am.  I HATE when that happens.  So we sat, ordered and were back to the hotel just before 8am.  Satya knew where we were so if we were a little late, at least he knew we had tried to do the right thing.  As it worked out, our van was caught in some traffic and we were given an extra 20 minutes, so Jess and I went for a walk in the square to have a look at some of the bric a brack that was just getting set up for the day.  I saw a beautiful vase made of turquoise and whatever that red stone is, and after we were taken to his store room that had magnificent pieces, I just wasn’t quite ready to part with 6,000rupees, which is like 72AUD for a vase.  I really like it, but unlike the Buddha head, it wasn’t a MUST have.  Well not yet anyway.  I think my final offer may have been 35AUD, but he would have none of it.  The good thing is at least I know how much they are now and gives me a ball park figure for the rest of the trip should I see them again, which I am sure I will.   

So our ‘micro’ van as they like to call them got here just after 8.20am and we were on the road as soon as the bags had been loaded on the roof.  The car that we had yesterday was a limo compared to what we had today.  As you know I love my window seats, so based on this the best seat for me was the back seat.  The backseat was probably also the worst seat to have, as the leg room was non-existent and we also had the wheel hub to contend with, but I had a window, so I was happy to suck up anything else to have the flexibility of the window.  The good thing was Jess and I were the only 2 on the back seat (I think she had less room that me) and we couldn’t have fit a third person in even if we tried.  In saying that, everyone else had just as squishy seat as us, except for Jessica who managed to get the front seat.  So we headed out of Bhaktapur and hit the bouncy windy roads that would take around 4 hours to travel today.  A lot of shops have small shrines out the front of them and I even saw a shop keeper blessing all his hardware goods with incense as he opened his doors for the day’s business.  I find that the Nepali people aren’t as wavy when we leave the city limits.  Maybe they are just so used to seeing tourists, with our white faces looking at them as we pass by, I’m not sure, but I will still throw a wave or two out there and may get one in four back.  I can only keep trying I guess.  The country is also so dusty, and you see lot of people wearing face masks.  I am not sure how effective they are, but it really is dusty in parts and I guess something is better than nothing.  You could even see that all the plants were covered in dust, they weren’t green anymore they were a light colored brown.  As the day progressed I could feel the fine dust on my face and when I wiped it with a tissue and it came back black, I could see why the masks were popular.  It reminded me of our 3 days we had in the Serengeti; our faces at the end of each day there were just coated in dust.  Ahhhhhhh Africa.  What a great trip that was……

We passed through Shivapuri National Park where we had a small checkpoint we had to register with and by this time we were driving on a dirt road.  I thought it was dusty before when we were on bitumen, pffffff, it only got dustier for the rest of the morning.  Once we left the National Park we popped out and climbed and descended through amazing agricultural terraces as fare as the eye could see.  You could have been a bird from where we were and the view we had.  Mostly rice terraces, it was time for harvesting and you could see groups of people working and what terrace they had done and which terrace they were up to.  The view was also colored with the yellow flower of the mustard flower; we could see millions of them as we traveled throughout the day.  Some of the road was not wide enough for cars to pass together comfortably, so on bends and sharp turns we would toot to let oncoming traffic know that we were coming.  The most we saw were busses full of locals and there would even be 5-10 people sitting on the roofs of them as they hurtled in the opposite direction.  We would pull over as far as we could when we had the mountain to our left and when the mountain was to our right, the other vehicle would move as far as it could.  There were no safety rails here and 90% of the time it was a clean drop if your car didn’t make a turn properly or for whatever reason, there would be a very small survival rate of an accident that I am sure of.  I did have one revelation today, and I decided that I was going to get another tattoo.  I am not sure where the urge came from, but I am pretty sure I know what I want and where I was going to get it.  I still think of my Sri Lanka trip fondly and of the stories that Indika shared with us.  There was one story that stuck with me and that was about his explanation of the Buddha’s Wheel of Life and the 3 words that stuck with me was that ‘Happiness follows Sadness’.  It always will.  Just like the wheel, like life follows death, for every meeting there is a separation…  all these still ring true to me and so with this in mind I have decided to get the Wheel of Life and the words of happiness follows sadness written in Nepalese.  It is quite fitting as the Wheel of Life will remind me of my trip to Sri Lanka and my introduction to Buddhism and the writing will remind me of Nepal, my breakup with Zeme, my last tour of my odyssey, my new start and depending on who you believe the country where Buddha was born.  I couldn’t think of a better tattoo for me and I am definitely going to get it done, hopefully in Pokhara, if not I can get it done back in Kathmandu.  But it is a done deal-I am going to get inked again!!!!!

We stopped a few times for photo opportunities of the terraces and then around 10.40am we got our first glimpse of Langtang Mountain range and also Ganesh Mountain range, and boy did they look spectacular.  There white snowy peaks striking a pose in the beautiful blue sky.  There really is something to be said about a landscape that has some of the highest mountains in the world, and to think that people, like Jess, climb these suckers is just inspiring to me.  Once we got our first glimpse, we generally had a view of them for the rest of the morning.  Passing through small villages, with waterfalls cascading down, the busy busses that passed us and the mountains as a back drop it really was a magic sight to behold.  We crossed a plateau or a tar as I learnt it was called, of Nuwacot, and then we started our last climb of the day to get us to our final destination.  We wound our way up a paved road for about 30 minutes, passing through a small local village and we finally arrived at our accommodation for the next 2 nights called Famous Farm.          

Famous Farm is located on a terraced hillside; just up from the small village that we passed through that also has an ancient fortress and citadel of terracotta tiled roofs.  Below is a fertile valley, a river meandering through it.  The scene is given vast scale by the surrounding great green hills – yet actually merely foothills – rising in the north to the snows of The Langtang Himal.  It was an amazing view and had a definite WOW factor when we arrived.  The accommodation itself was an imposing manor house and two charming cottages to form a courtyard.  The house is over 120 years old and has recently been restored and it was charming.  The Farm itself is a mix of quiet corners and verdant niches with terraces of abundant, colorful, organic crops.  It was going to be a restful 2 nights here that is for sure and I was relishing the idea.  Looking around the area, there were chairs with small tables, a swing chair suspended from a tree, some bamboo sun loungers on one of the lower levels and tables for lunch set up.  As it was a farm, there were also animals around.  There was a kid goat called Jackson, that was only 7 days old, chickens and chicks, ducks and ducklings, some ‘house’ dogs and further along there were 2 donkeys, some rabbits and turkeys.  Quite a menagerie.  Lunch was served and it was traditional Dahl Baht, which consists of a small serve of lentil soup, plain rice, potato curry, pickle, spinach and a poppadum.  It was so tasty and it is shocking for me to think that the whole meal was vegetarian and I still enjoyed immensely.  If all vegetarian food tasted like that, I could be more inclined to have a few more vegetarian meals that is for sure.  But then that is the reality isn’t it.  To cook it yourself, it just never tastes the same does it? 

We were shown to our rooms and Jess and my room was located over the kitchen.  It was a beautiful room with 2 single beds, high thatched ceilings, a small balcony overlooking the courtyard and we had a bathroom with a claw bath AND a flushing toilet.  There were candle at the ready with matches should we lose power and bamboo windows we could latch.  When I use the word rustic, it normally means a bit ordinary, but this time rustic is the word that comes to mind but with a small modern day flair.  There were windows in the bathroom that were lattice in style, small ones above head height, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the spiders we had seen driving and that it really was open to the bugs in that regard.  I just had to pray that we wouldn’t see any of our 8 legged friends.  We had a 2 hour rest, where we all had a Nana nap and then we were up and ready to go for a small walk at 4pm. 

The small village we had driven through at lunch time was only a 10 minute walk and only 20 or so meters past there we climbed some stairs to Taleju Temple that was built in 1491. The view from up here was even better than from the Famous Farm and whoever would have thought that possible.  From here we walked down the other side, through the lower part of town to Nuwakot Palace.  It has the looks of a palace and the function of a fort.  Nuwakot Palace stands seven stories tall with 5 feet thick wall protecting the interiors. The palace exhibits a great deal of wood usage with all its windows framed in these foresters. The verandah and corridors on each floor are so designed that one can walk around the whole of the palace watching every single side.  The palace complex houses multiple temples and shrines.  It is still an important piece of history, that even now a days it is guarded by full military standing gentry in the army posts with their sub machine guns resting on the railings.  Talk about protecting your heritage.  Nuwakot Palace had been closed to public for some time and has recently been opened up around April 2011.  It has been opened as a museum, and now has many additional artifacts related to the king Prithvi Narayan Shah, including a 240 year old statue.  Nuwakot bears a special importance in the history of Nepal as King Prithvi Narayan Shah planned and launched several unification campaigns from this historic town.

Once you passed through the Palace grounds and further along the village, passing homes and people going about their daily routine you get to the Bhairavi Temple.  The temple is the center piece of local religious practice there. It had a very Asian feel to it with 2 massive lions sitting outside the entrance and there were a lot of bells hanging from the eaves of the temple.  Who would have thought such a small village would have so much to see.  We started to make our way back as the sun began to set over the mountains and I don’t care how many sunsets you have seen in a lifetime you can never see too many of them and they never fail to impress.  This one was no different and as another day closed, we were in a small haven, far from the business of the city, the craziness of the roads and into what seemed like a small bubble of paradise.     

We had a few hours to kill before dinner and we used this time to shower while we had power, listen to some tunes and read our books till 7pm.  Our table had been set up in the courtyard for dinner, a different place from where we had eaten lunch and with candles on the tables and tea lights lit around the grounds it was a great atmosphere.  Dinner was served on the same plates as lunch with a fare of roast chicken and vegetables.  Basically the plates were aluminum and came with 6-7 different types of food in small amounts served, add some bread and we were also served some soup as well.  Then when you thought you had eaten all your dinner they bring around serving bowls of the food and you could then get seconds of anything that you wanted. 

Tonight was Halloween and with a full moon watching over us as we ate outdoors, with great food, great atmosphere and a great group what more could you ask for out of a tour?  I can’t think of a single thing and I am so grateful to find myself here.         


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

WE SAW DEAD PEOPLE- A HINDU CREMATION


WEATHER: Hot and 27C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Buying my Buddha head and he’s beautiful

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Seeing dead people burn-but it is a celebration for Hindi’s

WORD OF THE DAY:  Garlic

DISTANCE TRAVELLED: 85km

We head out of Kathmandu today and start our tour of Nepal Encompassed in earnest today.  So I finally say goodbye to my fifth floor room (with no lift) that I have had for the last 6 nights and I am not sad to say goodbye to that.  It is also time to say goodbye to the blues and the promise of what could have been.  Kathmandu will always be a reminder of my breakup with Zeme, but it is also a positive reminder that it is where I took back control of my life again.  So with the click of the hotel room door not only is it the start of my new and last tour but the start of my ‘new’ chapter. 

We were on the road at 9.10am.  We had 2 stops on our way to Bhaktapur today.  First was going to be the Boudhanath and then the second was Pashupatinath Temple.  There is a great system here when you are reversing a vehicle, someone taps the back of the car when it is safe to reverse and if it isn’t safe then you get one big tap telling the driver to stop.  It is something that would never take off back home as you would always need someone to be there to tap for you, but the system works well for them here.  The traffic was much worse today as it was officially the first day back for people after the 10 day religious festival finished yesterday.  And I thought the traffic was bad yesterday!  There doesn’t seem to be any tuk tuk’s or jeepney’s here, just lost of mini-vans that are taxis, cars, trucks and a lot of motorbikes.  We did see a group of around 25 men, carrying a dead body on a stretcher that was covered in white and orange cloths.  They were on their way to Pashupatinath, where we were heading later on, to cremate the recently deceased family member.  You know, just another normal day in Nepal, apparently.  Through the course of the day we saw 2 more processions…. How sad.

It took us 30 minutes to arrive at Boudhanath and when we got out of the van, you just saw buildings, no sign of a stupa at all and then we passed through an ornate entrance between 2 brick buildings and your first glimpse of a beautiful stupa stood before us.  Now I have seen a lot of stupas in Sri Lanka, but this was no less beautiful than any of the others and looked magical to me.  I think part of it is Buddha’s eyes on the stupas which the ones in Sri Lanka don’t have and they are always stunningly white.  It was surrounded by what could have been a European village, with cute 2 story buildings surrounding the stupa in a circle that held all sorts of shops from hardware for the locals to the bric a brack shops for the tourists.  Boudhanath is one of the holiest Buddhist sites in KathmanduLocated about 11 km from the center of Kathmandu, the stupa's massive mandala makes it one of the largest spherical stupas in Nepal.  The Buddhist stupa of Boudhanath dominates the skyline. The ancient Stupa is one of the largest in the world. The influx of large populations of refugees from Tibet has seen the construction of over 50 Tibetan Gompas (Monasteries) around Boudhanath. As of 1979, Boudhanath is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Along with Swayambhunath, it is one of the most popular tourist sites in the Kathmandu area.  The Stupa is on the ancient trade route from Tibet which enters the Kathmandu Valley by the village of Sankhu in the northeast corner, passes by Boudnath Stupa to the ancient and smaller stupa of Cā-bahī (often called 'Little Boudnath'). It then turns directly south, heading over the Bagmati river to Patan - thus bypassing the main city of Kathmandu (which was a later foundation).  Tibetan merchants have rested and offered prayers here for many centuries. When refugees entered Nepal from Tibet in the 1950s, many decided to live around Boudhanath. The Stupa is said to entomb the remains of Kassapa Buddha.  After getting our explanation from our guide we went into one of the many monasteries that can be found in the area and then we had free time.  It had a great feel here and it was shame that we were only given 30 minutes.  So we entered the stupa and up a flight of steps found us on what I would call the roof of it.  It was certainly the closest I had come to climbing a stupa and we had a nice view of the people down below.  It was kind of surreal walking where we were, like we were doing something naughty.  It was amazing and with the Tibet prayer flags crisscrossing from the buildings and the stupa we got some cool photos.  There is always time for shopping and we had 10 minutes to have a quick look at what the shops had to offer and what an offering they had.  I may have to make a journey back here in the spare 3 days I have before I head home.  The bric a brac shops have amazing stuff in them, you have to sift through some crap, but it is like a BIG massive trash and treasure, looking through items that used to belong to other people, from jewelry, vases, Buddha’s and a whole lot of stuff in between.  You could spend hours going through it all.  The best thing about this place was they didn’t hassle you for business, they just let you look with no pressure from them.  What a wonderful way to shop. 

We were back on the road at 10.40am for Pashupatinath Temple.  This place is one of the most significant Hindu temples of Lord Shiva in the world, located on the banks of the Bagmati River in the eastern part of KathmanduThe temple served as the seat of the national deity, Lord Pashupatinath.  The temple is listed in UNESCO World Heritage Sites list.  The temple is one of the 275 Paadal Petra Sthalams (Holy Abodes of Shiva on the continent). Over the past times, only born Hindus were allowed to enter the temple. Others could look at it from other side of the river. However, the norms have been relaxed due to critical incidents pertaining every human being. If the individual is destined, he/she takes and completes the journey to reach these footsteps without any resistance or obstructions along the way, is believed to be under the fiercely compassionate grace of the lord, the devotee is led by his instincts. Pashupatinath Temple is the oldest Hindu temple in Kathmandu. The temple's existence dates back to 400 A.D. The richly-ornamented pagoda houses the sacred linga or holy symbol of Lord Shiva. Thousands of pilgrims from all over the world come to pay homage to this temple that is also known as 'The Temple of Living Beings'.  We weren’t going to visit the temple as you have to ne Hindi to be able to enter, but today we were coming to see the other side of the river and the chance to see a Hindu cremation.

The Pashupati area is regarded as one of the most important places of pilgrimages for the followers of Hinduism. Thousands of devotees from within and outside the country come to pay homage to Pashupatinath every day.  Thousands of devotees take ritual baths in the Bagmati River on the day of festivals and observe a fast for the whole day.  We were dropped off in a large dusty car park and walked past stalls selling all the souvenirs and brick brac we had seen at Boudhanath.  I did spot a marvelous Buddha head that I have been looking for since my arrival, so if I have time on the way out I will check the cost.  There are so many around, when you see one that you actually like, you just need to bite the bullet and pay what you think is reasonable.  I always have a price in my head and what I would like to pay and then I use that as a guide, because 95% of the time they will ask what your best price is.  I couldn’t stop thinking about the piece, so I know I will definitely get it on my way out.  So we walked a paved road for about 10 minutes that got us to the edge of the Bagmati River.  The river runs next to Pashaputinath Temple, and is said to have highly sacred properties. Thus the banks are lined with many ghats (bathing spots) for use by pilgrims. The main cremation site is Bhasmeshvar Ghat, which is the most-used cremation site in the Kathmandu Valley and that is where we found ourselves this morning. 

Now to try and paint this picture for you is a little surreal.  We were on the other side of the river to where the pyres we located.  A pyre also known as a funeral pyre, is a structure, usually made of wood, for burning a body as part of a funeral rite or execution. As a form of cremation, a body is placed upon or under the pyre, which is then set on fire.  So there must have been about 6 pyres, and 3 of them were currently burning.  It is like a weird out of world experience to think that under the white cloud of smoke that was emanating from the pyre was the burning of a human being, flesh-a person who was alive hours before, now finalizing their rite of passage to a religion that is foreign to you and I.  The air smelt of smoke, like from a normal fire, there was no yucky smell to it, but the thought that we were breathing in smoke from a burning body was an off putting feeling.  An adult body takes about 4 hours to burn and members from the deceased family sit and wait for the burning to be complete before the ashes are swept into the Bagmati River, that flows through Varanasi in India, and then into the ocean.  Witnessing, let alone photographing, a cremation is not easy. It feels like bad taste but seems to be accepted and not once did we get a black stare, a look or a tut.  We checked several times with Padma and also Satya, and they said it was no problems for us to be taking photos.  We also weren’t the only tourists here, there were groups coming and going the whole time we were there, so we didn’t look so conspicuous either.  Women do not go to the cremation ground. They stay at home while the men take care of this terrible but essential ritual work.   

Just before we moved further up the river, a body arrived for cremation.  So I stopped to witness first-hand the removal of the body onto the pyre, headed downstream.  The family members surrounding the body and then the lighting of the body.  The men, kinsmen and friends of the dead man, did almost all of the ritual work. They opened the shroud to expose his face to the sun, also a god. Each man circumambulated the body, adding ghi [clarified butter] and sprinkling a little purifying water on the face of the corpse.  The son then walks around the body 3 times and then lights the wood.  I’m telling you, for my brain to comprehend what was happening was so weird to what our western ‘customs’ have installed in us.  It is Hindu custom for the body to be cremated within hours of the passing, so looking at the prye’s now, these people were alive yesterday, and now they weren’t.  We then moved a little further up the river onto where we could get a better view of the Pashupati Temple and to see 15 votive shrines, the Pandra Shivalaya, which was built to enshrine lingas in memory of deceased persons between 1859 and 1869.  There were also a large contingent of worshippers that had arrived at the same time, around 100-150, and they sat, with a view of the temple on the other side of the river as a ‘preacher’ man spoke to the group and something was drunk from a small cup that was passed between them all.  Women, children and men, all in the group.  From here apparently they would then walk over the bridge and visit the Pashupati Temple, but for now they were giving their thanks and offerings from the other side of the river.  It was also here that we saw the ‘Holy Men’.  This is the classic picture of saffron clad, dreadlocked men that you see in picture relating to India and Nepal and we were able to get our photos with them (for a fee of course) and as touristy as it was, I had to get the ‘classic’ shot and it was worth the 1.20AUD I paid.  Later Padma said that out of the 8 that we saw, 3 of them were ‘real’ Holy Men’ the other were fakes as such.  But what a great photo opportunity all the same. 

The long stretch along the Baghmati River is devoted to cremations. We passed the bridge that divides the royal site upriver, from the commoner cremation sites downriver. The Baghmati feeds into the Ganges, which spills out into the Indian Ocean, the ultimate point of dissolution and regeneration for king and commoner alike.  From this section of the river we could see 3 bodies waiting for the pyre.  They were left in the sun, the corpse was wrapped in a white cotton cloth overlaid in an ochre one. A garland of small white flowers stretched along the length of the body. It had been deposited at the top of the steps leading down to the Baghmati River, as if abandoned. No one seemed to be tending to it, no one sat beside it grieving, and passers-by did not glance at it. A few yards away women were shampooing their hair and washing pots in the river, indifferent to its presence.  This was where the body, as part of the ritual, had its feet washed in the holy river, before being taken to the pyre.

This stark Hindu funeral has deeply impressed me. Once I thought this must be a grotesque custom, but I have come to respect Hindu cremation. Nobody is ever taken to a sterile lab where its fluids are drained by an expert class of morticians and replaced with chemicals, nor does it lie in a commercial parlor tended by businesspeople. Their way of death is an act of family love and powerful religious ritual. The body is burned within the day of death, the soul is released to new life, and the heat by which the gods brought the universe into being is rekindled.  No matter what you think about the whole process, there must be respect given to people’s different religions, cultures and what they believe.  But what a moving experience and surreal experience all at the same time.  I think I will never see anything like that ever again and it definitely left an impression on me that I will carry forever.

On our way out we had time to stop at the small curio stalls that we had passed coming in and I saw my Buddha head again and stopped to ask for the price.  It is far easier for me to ask in US dollars than in rupees as my 83 times tables are not quite up to scratch.  I was happy to pay 20USD for the piece, so with this price in mind we started the bartering.  And lucky I like to barter as his starting price was 55USD.  So back and forth for the next few minutes I walked away with the head for 25USD and I was happy with the purchase.  It is a beautifully carved Buddha head out of a dark wood and the quality is really good.  The only thing is I have to carry it now for the next 2 weeks, but I saw it, I liked it and I bought it.  If I wait till I get back to Kathmandu, I won’t see one the same and I had of wished I had of bought it.  Yes I am happy with my buy. 

The drive to Bhaktapur from Pashupati was 1 hour and 45 minutes getting us to the ancient city at 12.45pm.  We were dropped off at the main gate and walked into the city that was busy with temples and structures just like Durbar Square in Kathmandu.  We headed to lunch first and then we were going to get a walk around the city and then free time for the rest of the afternoon.  I haven’t really embraced the Nepali food.  It reminds me a lot of Indian food, and after getting super sick on my last day of my Indian tour 5 years ago, I am not a fan of the food anymore, if I ever was.  So I am boring and I stick to western food and today I ordered a chicken cordon blue and when it arrived and I started eating it was full, and I mean FULL of garlic.  Luckily I won’t be kissing anyone on this trip and I hope that this will keep me healthy for my last few weeks on the road.  A few people are getting ailments of some sort, so I ate 90% of what I could just based on that.  I do NOT want to get sick.  The arrival of the food here has not improved and is something I think that is just part of their culture.  We never get out of anywhere in less than 1.5 hours as we wait for all of us to receive our meals, sporadically, and get them eaten.  That is just how they roll here and you have to learn to factor this into the day’s timings. 

After lunch we were shown around the main section of the city, which was quite compact and cute, with its cobblestone streets, passing bikes and a few cars on the larger road arteries.  Bhaktapur is an ancient Newar town in the east corner of the Kathmandu Valley.  It is the third largest city in Kathmandu valley and was once the capital of Nepal during the great Malla Kingdom until the second half of the 15th century.  Bhaktapur is listed as a World Heritage by UNESCO for its rich culture, temples, and wood, metal and stone artwork.  It is the home of traditional art and architecture, historical monuments and craft works, magnificent windows, pottery and weaving industries and excellent temples.  Bhaktapur is still an untouched as well as preserved ancient city.  From time immemorial it lay on the trade route between Tibet and India. This position on the main caravan route made the town rich and prosperous.  It occupies an area of around 119 km² at an altitude of 1,401 meters above sea-level.

The main square and the most impressive is Bhaktapur Durbar Square which is a conglomeration of pagoda and shikhara-style temples grouped around a 55-window palace of brick and wood. The square is one of the most charming architectural showpieces of the valley as it highlights the ancient arts of Nepal. The golden effigies of the kings perched on the top of stone monoliths, the guardian deities looking out from their sanctuaries, the wood carvings in every place — struts, lintels, uprights, gateways and windows.  The main items of interest in the Durbar Square are:
Lu Dhowka (The Golden Gate) is said to be the most beautiful and richly molded specimen of its kind in the entire world. The door is surmounted by a figure of the goddess Kali and Garuda (mythical man-bird) and attended by two heavenly nymphs. It is embellished with monsters and other mythical creatures of marvelous intricacy. The gate was erected by King Ranjit Malla and is the entrance to the main courtyard of the palace of fifty-five windows.  The Palace of Fifty-five Windows was built during the reign of King Yaksha Malla in 1427 A.D. and was remodeled by King Bhupatindra Malla in the seventeenth century. Among the brick walls, with their gracious setting and sculptural design, is a balcony of fifty-five windows, considered to be a unique masterpiece of woodcarving.  The Statue of King Bhupatindra Malla in the act of worship can be seen on a column facing the palace. Of the square's many statues, this is considered to be the most magnificent.  Batsala Temple: The stone temple of Batsala Devi depicts many intricate carvings; however, it is most famous for its bronze bell, known to local residents as "the bell-of barking dogs," as when it is rung, dogs in the vicinity begin barking and howling. The colossal bell was hung by King Ranjit Malla in 1737 A.D. and was used to sound the daily curfew. It is nowadays rung every morning when goddess Taleju is worshiped.  The Pashupati Temple is a replica of the famous temple by the Bagmati river in Kathmandu and is widely noted for the erotic carvings on its struts. It was built by King Yakshya Malla.  I think the most impressive was Nyatapola Temple.  This five-storied pagoda was built by King Bhupatindra Malla in 1702 A.D. It stands on five terraces, on each of which squat a pair of figures: two famous wrestlers, two elephants, two lions, two griffins, and Baghini and Singhini — the tiger and the lion goddesses. Each pair of figures is considered ten times stronger than the ones immediately below, while the lowest pair, the two strong men Jaya Malla and Phatta Malla, were reputedly ten times stronger than any other men. This is one of the tallest pagoda-style temples in Kathmandu Valley and is famous for its massive structure and subtle workmanship.  It was quite impressive. 

We also got to walk some of the original cities alleyways that now had small shops selling curios, paintings and jewelry.  Jess and I wanted to come back here after our tour was over so we could have a more leisurely look around.  I think I have now added paintings on my list of things I would like to get while I am here.  There are some nice Buddha ones, but I think they look like ones you could buy from Ikea or Freedom, so I want to find something a little different.  I did see an amazing painting of a Nepali woman, but it was massive and I think it would have cost more than I would want to pay, so I didn’t even bother to ask.  90% of shop keepers are interested in bartering with you, that’s the price, you like it, buy it, you don’t then leave.  They aren’t the friendliest people in the world and they really don’t budge off their prices.  At the southern section of the city we came across Pottery Square.  Pottery is known as one of the world’s oldest professions and in Bhaktapur many potters can still be seen working with their traditional wooden wheels.  We saw a man in action, molding the clay on his wheel and the muscles in his arms were amazing!  We saw the women moving the pots around in the sun and hundreds of them. All different sizes, drying in the sun.

It was 4pm by the time we checked into the hotel.  Our bags had been delivered and were waiting for us in the lobby.  And thankfully Satya has gotten onto getting our bags delivered to our rooms for us, especially when we are given a key that says room 704.  Man if we were on the 7th floor of a hotel that doesn’t have a lift then I would be saying something.  But apparently room 704 was on the second floor, so with our bags behind us we climbed to the room and what a cure room it was.  I am guessing that Satya is tipping the hotel staff from money from our trip as we haven’t been asked to put in money for the drivers or the bag handlers and I am not going to argue when they are carrying my bag up flights of steps, and it isn’t even the monster, I have left 25% of that in Kathmandu. 

Jess and I went for a further walk around the city and then found a roof top bar/restaurant right next door to our hotel and had a beer as we watched the sunset over Nyatapola Temple and the square.  My Facebook status for this was “beer on the roof as another sun sets.  Cheers to safe travels, new friends and lost love xx”.  What a great way to finish off an extraordinary day.  The beauty of having the beer at the Sunny Hotel was that we obtained their Wi-Fi code and as it worked out there Wi-Fi signal stretched as far as far as our hotel room and we were sneakily able to get onto the internet when we got home after dinner.  The sneaky cats that we are.  Dinner was at 6pm at a hotel just across the square and again I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything local so I ordered, while I could, garlic steak.  Two things that ring with that statement.  One is garlic steak, you think I would have had enough of garlic at lunch, but no and secondly beef in a country where the cow is sacred is unusual, but there it is on the menu, so they must import it from somewhere, but it isn’t the first time I have had beef here and it is tasty, not tough and it really isn’t that much more expensive than the other items on the menu.  I love my meat and while I can get it I am going to order it. 
   
So Bhaktapur is an interesting city.  We leave tomorrow morning for Nuwacot and a bit of rural living with no internet and no TV for 2 days, and with this I am totally happy with.  I enjoy these stays and I am hoping that Famous Farm will be no different. 


KATHMANDU VALLEY – A LIVING BREATHING MUSEUM



WEATHER: Hot but pleasant 25C

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Getting out and about

BUMMER OF THE DAY: Can't think of a single thing

WORD OF THE DAY: Dandybad-thankyou  

Today we see what Kathmandu has to offer.  I like the feel of the Thamel area where we have been staying, but it will be good to get out of ‘touristland’ and see some of the cultural things of the country.  Kathmandu is the capital and with more than one million inhabitants and the largest metropolitan city of Nepal. The city is the urban core of the Kathmandu Valley in the Himalayas.  The city stands at an elevation of approximately 1,400 meters in the bowl-shaped valley in central Nepal surrounded by four major mountains: Shivapuri, Phulchoki, Nagarjun and Chandragiri.  And these are visible from anywhere you are, well at least one of them at any one time.  When the country is covered by 68% of mountains there is a good chance that there will always be some in view.  If you flattened out the country of Nepal (and all its mountains) the country would be as big as the United States of America!!  Eight rivers flow through the city of which the Bagmati, Bishnumati, Dhobikhola, Manohara, Hanumant and Tukucha Rivers are predominant. The mountains from where these rivers originate are in the elevation range of 1,500–3,000 meters and have passes, which provide access to and from Kathmandu and its valley.

The city’s rich history is nearly 2000 years old, as inferred from an inscription in the valley. Most of Kathmandu's people follow Hinduism followed by Buddhism. People of other religious beliefs also live in Kathmandu giving it a cosmopolitan culture. Nepali is the most common language of the city. Nepal Bhasa is the indigenous language spoken by the Newar people. Hindi is widely understood. English is understood by the educated population of the city. The literacy rate is 98% in the city.  Archaeological excavation of places of Kathmandu has found evidences of ancient civilization. The oldest dated of these findings is a statue dated 185 A.D found in Maligaon. Another undated brick with inscription in Brahmi script was found during the excavation of Dhando Chaitya. Archaeologists believe it to be two thousand years old.  The ancient history of Kathmandu is based in mythology. According to Swayambhu Purana, the present day Kathmandu was once a lake called Nagdaha. The lake was drained by Manjushree, who established a city called Manjupattan and made Dharmakar the ruler of the land. 

In medieval history Kathmandu was ruled by Licchavis and Mallas. The city grew largely during this time. Most of the historic temples, monasteries and buildings were built during this era. The city served as an important transit point in the trans-Himalayan trade between India and China.  Lichchavi era was followed by Malla era. During late Malla era, the valley of Kathmandu consisted of four fortified cities, namely Kantipur, Lalitpur, Bhaktapur and Kirtipur, which served as the capitals of Malla confederation of Nepal. These states competed with each other on arts, architecture, aesthetics and trade which resulted in massive development. The Newar people—the indigenous inhabitants of the Kathmandu Valley— came to characterize most forms of artistry during this time both within the valley and throughout the greater Himalayas. Highly sought after, they traveled extensively throughout Asia, creating religious art for their neighbors, as in the case of Araniko and the group of artists he led to Tibet and China. 

The termination of Malla confederation by the Gorkha kingdom marks the beginning of modern era. The Battle of Kirtipur was the start of the Gorkha conquest of the Kathmandy valley. Kathmandu was adopted as the capital of their Gorkha Empire, and the empire itself was dubbed as Nepal. During early phase of this era, Kathmandu saw a continuation of its culture. New buildings in Nepali architecture such as the nine story tower of Basantapur was built during this era. Trade declined during this era because of continuous wars with neighboring nations.

Kathmandu’s trade is an ancient profession that flourished along an offshoot of the Silk Road linking India and Tibet. From centuries past, Lhasa Newar merchants of Kathmandu have conducted trade across the Himalaya and contributed to spreading art styles and Buddhism across Central Asia.  Other traditional occupations are farming, metal casting, woodcarving, painting, weaving and pottery.  The main religions in Kathmandu as in the rest of Nepal are Hinduism and Buddhism, although there are minorities of Kirats, Sikhs, Jains, Muslims, Baha'ais and Christians.  Many Hindu temples in Kathmandu and the surrounding district are centuries old with some temples of national importance to Hindus.  Kathmandu and its historic stupas have been of major importance to Newar Buddhism and Tibetan Buddhists for centuries and attracts thousands of pilgrims annually. Kathmandu is the only place where Buddhism is still practiced in Sanskrit.

We all plied into the van for the 20 minute ride to our first stop.  The roads were bumpy and a little chaotic with bikes and cars and I think the Nepali drivers are a little impatient with a lot of horn honking and not a lot of friendly ‘letting your neighbor in’ style of driving.  We arrived at Swayambhunath which is an ancient religious complex atop a hill in the Kathmandu ValleyIt is also known as the Monkey Temple as there are holy monkeys living in the north-west parts of the temple.  For the Buddhist Newars in whose mythological history and origin myth as well as day-to-day religious practice, it is probably the most sacred among Buddhist pilgrimage sites.  The Swayambhunath complex consists of a stupa, a variety of shrines and temples, some dating back to the Licchavi period. A Tibetan monastery, museum and library are more recent additions.  The site has two access points: a long stairway, claimed to have 365 steps, leading directly to the main platform of the temple, which is from the top of the hill to the east; and a car road around the hill from the south leading to the southwest entrance.  We were lucky enough to get to the site via the car access, but not because we were lazy but there were a few site to see before climbing 120 steps to get to the main stupa. 

It was busy with the daily locals coming for their prayers, and the first thing I noticed besides the magnificent view of the valley was the hundreds of prayer flags that they had ties from tree to tree, actually there may have been thousands.  As we passed through the main entrance you could see the World Peace Pond to the right and my first Nepalese stupa.  We stopped at the World Peace Pond that had a Buddha statue in the middle with a vase at his feet.  The pond would have been 10m wide, so you if you could throw a coin and get it to land in the metal vase you would have good luck and your wish would be granted.  We didn’t have any coins but Padama came prepared and let us have 3 turns each with my first go the closest hitting the side and then bouncing in the pond.  Oh well no special luck for me today.  As we headed to the smaller stupa found on the lower level of the complex there was a man standing there selling pink fairy floss in plastic hanging from a t-shaped hanger.  I wonder how much business he does there each morning?  A big seller?  There were also other stalls that were just starting to set up with the usual religious artifacts and souvenirs.  The Nepalese stupas are a little different from all the Sri Lankan stupa’s I had seen only 3 weeks ago.  These ones have Buddha's eyes and eyebrows painted on. Between them, there is something painted which looks like the nose - but is the Nepali symbol of 'unity', in the main Nepali language dialect.  As we were listening to our guide tell us about the stupa, there must have been about 100 monkeys in a troop coming down the stairs to try their luck at getting some food.  We were told to not have plastic bags in your hands or anything loose as they will come along and take it from you.  They aren’t very nice looking monkeys either.

We then joined the hordes of people heading up the stairs and to the main complex.  People were a little pushy and I think they were locals who didn’t really have much time or patience for tourists.  I can understand that we are in their country, but there still has to be a little respect given I think and I wasn’t feeling that from them.  It was busy as this was the last day of a 10 day festival that is held each year, so that could also have something to do with people’s attitude, but it sucked all the same.  We passed some more shops and I like the look of what Nepal shops have to offer.  They aren’t the cheap souvenirs, made of plastic hot off the tourist press, there is a lot of old things, things with character, that seem to have been around for a while on sale and even though there is some crap, if you have the time, you could find some really nice pieces, which I intend to do in the next 13 days.  The great thing this being the last stop of the trip I can load up on some nice pieces and don’t have to worry about space or sending things home as I can just bring them with me.  Swayambhunath, is among the oldest religious sites in Nepal.  Although the site is considered Buddhist, the place is revered by both Buddhists and Hindus. Numerous king Hindu followers are known to have paid their homage to the temple, including Pratap Malla, the powerful king of Kathmandu, who is responsible for the construction of the eastern stairway in the 17th century. 

The stupa was completely renovated in May 2010, its first major renovation in 90 years and its 15th in the nearly 1,500 years since it was built. The dome was re-gilded using 20 kg of gold. The renovation was funded by the Tibetan Nyingma Meditation Center of California, and began in June 2008.  The stupa consists of a dome at the base, above which is a cubical structure painted with eyes of Buddha looking in all four directions with the word "unity" in the main Nepali dialect between them.  The dome at the base represents the entire world. When a person awakes (represented by eyes of wisdom and compassion) from the bonds of the world, the person reaches the state of enlightenment. The thirteen pinnacles on the top symbolize that sentient beings have to go through the thirteen stages of spiritual realizations to reach enlightenment or Buddhahood.  There is a large pair of eyes on each of the four sides of the main stupa which represent Wisdom and Compassion. Above each pair of eyes is another eye, the third eye. It is said that when Buddha preaches, cosmic rays emanate from the third eye which act as messages to heavenly beings, so that those interested can come down to earth to listen to the Buddha. The hellish beings and beings below the human realm cannot come to earth to listen to the Buddha's teaching; however, the cosmic rays relieve their suffering when Buddha preaches.  There were candle sellers, people buying offerings from small stalls in the form of flowers, rice and plants.  There were prayer wheels getting spun by people and there were also people lining up to get there 5 seconds with some of the holy shrines located around the stupa.  We weren’t allowed to take pictures of 2 of the shrines and I have noticed that unlike Sri Lanka, there are no rules in the way you have your photo taken with Buddha.  Whereas in Sri Lanka you were never allowed to have your back to the statue, you always had to be turned on your side for photos.  Not here it seems.  There was a lot of incense burning, candles burning, candles getting cleaned and there was just people everywhere.  Throw into the mix dumb tourists (ourselves excluded if course) it made for a hive of activity.  After some more information we were then given 20 minutes to take a walk around ourselves, always in a clockwise direction as Buddhist belief.  There was a small museum that we went into to have a look, and there were a lot of Buddha’s of all size and people were also praying to these as we walked around. 

Back outside and it was just getting busier, so I think we came at a good time.  We did see the changing of the prayer flags, and also the spilling of yellow water on the top of the stupa, which had something to do with the festival.  Jess said when she came a few weeks ago; none of the small tents that were set up around the stupa were here, so it would be good to see this place when it isn’t in festival.  We made our way back to the van for the 10 minute drive to get us as close to Durbar Square as we could.  Again the roads are just crazy and I can see now why people complain about the traffic. 
Our next stop for the morning was Kathmandu Durbar Square which is the plaza in front of the old royal palace of the Kathmandu Kingdom. It is one of three Durbar Squares in the Kathmandu Valley in Nepal, all of which are UNESCO World Heritage Sites.  The Durbar square is surrounded with spectacular architecture and vividly showcases the skills of the Newar artists and craftsmen over several centuries.  The Kathmandu Durbar Square holds the palaces of the Malla and Shah Kings who ruled over the city. Along with these palaces, the square also surrounds quadrangles revealing courtyards and temples. The square is presently known as Hanuman Dhoka, a name derived from the statue of Hanuman, the monkey devotee of Lord Ram, near the entrance of the palace. The preference for the construction of royal palaces at this site dates back to as early as the Licchavi period in the third century. Even though the present palaces and temples have undergone repeated and extensive renovations and nothing physical remains from that period.  The square is still the center of important royal events like the coronation of King Birendra Bir Bikram Shah in 1975 and King Gyanendra Bir Bikram Shah in 2001.  My first glimpse at the massive square with all its old buildings was it reminded me a little of China, the Forbidden City with the rounded roofs on some buildings and square roofs on others.  Basically every time a new King cane into power he built a temple and as the years progressed they were all built here which is pretty cool to see them all in the one place. 

The oldest temples in the square are those built by Mahendra Malla (1560–1574). They are the temples of Jagannath, Kotilingeswara Mahadev, Mahendreswara, and the Taleju Temple. This three-roofed Taleju Temple was established in 1564, in a typical Newari architectural style and is elevated on platforms that form a pyramid-like structure. It is said that Mahendra Malla, when he was residing in Bhaktapur, was highly devoted to the Taleju Temple there; the Goddess being pleased with his devotion gave him a vision asking him to build a temple for her in the Kathmandu Durbar Square. Then with a help of a hermit, he designed the temple to give it its present form and the Goddess entered the temple in the form of a bee.  It was in the time of Pratap Malla, son of Laksminar Simha, that the square was extensively developed. He was an intellectual, a pious devotee, and he was especially interested in arts. He called himself a Kavindra, king of poets, and boasted that he was learned in fifteen different languages. A passionate builder, following his coronation as a king, he immediately began enlargements to his royal palace, and rebuilt some old temples and constructed new temples, shrines and stupas around his kingdom.  Around 1692, Radhilasmi, the widowed queen of Pratap Malla, erected the tall temples of Shiva known as Maju Deval near the Garuda image in the square. This temple stands on nine stepped platforms and is one of the tallest buildings in the square.  All the Shiva temples have some form of wood carving depicting the Karma Sutra.  It is a little strange to be looking at these religious places of worship with a couple carved into wood doing it ‘doggy style’ and threesomes and other sexual images on the beams of these magnificent buildings.  So what does all that mean?    

The Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian Hindu text widely considered to be the standard work on human sexual behavior in Sanskrit literature written by Vātsyāyana. A portion of the work consists of practical advice on sexual intercourse.  It is largely in prose, with many inserted anustubh poetry verses. "Kāma" which is one of the three goals of Hindu life, means sensual or sexual pleasure, and "sūtra" literally means a thread or line that holds things together, and more metaphorically refers to an aphorism (or line, rule, formula), or a collection of such aphorisms in the form of a manual. Contrary to popular perception, especially in the western world, Kama sutra is not just an exclusive sex manual; it presents itself as a guide to a virtuous and gracious living that discusses the nature of love, family life and other aspects pertaining to pleasure oriented faculties of human life.  The Kama Sutra is the oldest and most notable of a group of texts known generically as Kama Shastra.  Traditionally, the first transmission of Kama Shastra or "Discipline of Kama" is attributed to Nandi the sacred bull, Shiva's doorkeeper, who was moved to sacred utterance by overhearing the lovemaking of the god and his wife Parvati and later recorded his utterances for the benefit of mankind.  And here we ‘western’ people think Karma Sutra is all about the sex and the pictures.  Wrong. 

The most interesting thing for me of the trip to Durbar Square was the Kumari Bahal.  In this house resides the Kumari, an immature girl who is revered as the living goddess. Kumari, or Kumari Devi, is the tradition of worshiping young pre-pubescent girls as manifestations of the divine female energy or devi in Hindu religious traditions. A Kumari is believed to be the incarnation of the goddess Taleju until she menstruates, after which it is believed that the goddess vacates her body. Serious illness or a major loss of blood from an injury are also causes for her to revert to common status.  She is a living goddess and selected from the Shakya clan of the Nepalese Newari community. The Kumari is revered and worshiped by some of the country's Hindus as well as the Nepali BuddhistsWhile there are several Kumari's throughout Nepal, with some cities having several, the best known is the Royal Kumari of Kathmandu, and she lives in the Kumari Ghar, a palace in the center of the city. The selection process for her is especially rigorous. The current Royal Kumari, Matina Shakya, aged four, was installed in October 2008 by the Maoist government that replaced the monarchy. The worship of the goddess in a young girl represents the worship of divine consciousness spread all over the creation.  While worshiping a goddess, only a young girl is chosen over a mature lady because of their inherent purity and chastity which are considered to be principal characteristics of Durga. 

Eligible girls are Buddhists from the Newar Shakya caste (the clan to which the Buddha belonged) of silver and goldsmiths. She must be in excellent health, never have shed blood or been afflicted by any diseases, be without blemish and must not have yet lost any teeth. Girls who pass these basic eligibility requirements are examined for the battis lakshanas, or 'thirty-two perfections' of a goddess. Some of these are poetically listed as such:  A neck like a conch shell, A body like a banyan tree, Eyelashes like a cow, Thighs like a deer, Chest like a lion, Voice soft and clear as a duck's.  In addition to this, her hair and eyes should be very black; she should have dainty hands and feet, small and well-recessed sexual organs and a set of twenty teeth.  The girl is also observed for signs of serenity and fearlessness (after all, she is to be the vessel of the fierce goddess Durga) and her horoscope is examined to ensure that it is complementary to the King's. It is important that there not be any conflicts as she must confirm the King's legitimacy each year of her divinity. Her family is also scrutinized to ensure its piety and devotion to the King.  Once the priests have chosen a candidate, she must undergo yet more rigorous tests to ensure that she indeed possesses the qualities necessary to be the living vessel of Durga. Her greatest test comes during the Hindu festival of Dashain. On the kalratri, or 'black night', 108 buffaloes and goats are sacrificed to the goddess Kali. The young candidate is taken into the Taleju temple and released into the courtyard, where the severed heads of the animals are illuminated by candlelight and masked men are dancing about. If the candidate truly possesses the qualities of Taleju, she shows no fear during this experience. If she does, another candidate is brought in to attempt the same thing.  As a final test, the living goddess must spend a night alone in a room among the heads of ritually slaughtered goats and buffaloes without showing fear. The fearless candidate has proven that she has the serenity and the fearlessness that typifies the goddess who is to inhabit her. After passing all other tests, the final test is that she must be able to pick out the personal belongings of the previous Kumari from an assortment of things laid out before her. If she is able to do so, there is no remaining doubt that she is the chosen one. 

Once the chosen girl completes the Tantric purification rites and crosses from the temple on a white cloth to the Kumari Ghar to assume her throne, her life takes on an entirely new character. She will leave her palace only on ceremonial occasions. Her family will visit her rarely, and then only in a formal capacity. Her playmates will be drawn from a narrow pool of Newari children from her caste, usually the children of her caretakers. She will always be dressed in red, wear her hair in a topknot and have the agni chakchuu or "fire eye" painted on her forehead as a symbol of her special powers of perception.
The Royal Kumari's new life is vastly different from the one to which she has been accustomed in her short life. Whilst her life is now free of material troubles, she has ceremonial duties to carry out. Although she is not ordered about, she is expected to behave as befits a goddess. She has shown the correct qualities during the selection process and her continued serenity is of paramount importance; an ill-tempered goddess is believed to portend bad tidings for those petitioning her.  The Kumari's walk across the Durbar Square is the last time her feet will touch the ground until such time as the goddess departs from her body. From now on, when she ventures outside of her palace, she will be carried or transported in her golden palanquin. Her feet, like all of her, are now sacred. Petitioners will touch them, hoping to receive respite from troubles and illnesses. The King himself will kiss them each year when he comes to seek her blessing. She will never wear shoes; if her feet are covered at all, they will be covered with red stockings.  The power of the Kumari is perceived to be so strong that even a glimpse of her is believed to bring good fortune. Crowds of people wait below the Kumari's window in the Kumari Chowk, or courtyard, of her palace, hoping that she will pass by the latticed windows on the third floor and glance down at them. Even though her irregular appearances last only a few seconds, the atmosphere in the courtyard is charged with devotion and awe when they do occur.  The more fortunate, or better connected, petitioners visit the Kumari in her chambers where she sits upon a gilded lion throne. Many of those visiting her are people suffering from blood or menstrual disorders since the Kumari is believed to have special power over such illnesses. She is also visited by bureaucrats and other government officials. Petitioners customarily bring gifts and food offerings to the Kumari, who receives them in silence. Upon arrival, she offers them her feet to touch or kiss as an act of devotion.  We didn’t get to see the Kumari today, and not being Hindu we were not allowed in to her house for prayers.  But what an amazing religious ceremony that still continues to this day but now with no King.  The Monarchy was abolished in 2001 when it was kicked out of power by the government.  The last King is now a powerful business man living in Kathmandu and still maintains a palace, but with his own money and not the governments.   

Though decreased from its original size and attractiveness from its earlier seventeenth century architecture, the Kathmandu Durbar Square still displays an ancient surrounding that spans abound five acres of land. It has palaces, temples, quadrangles, courtyards, ponds, and images that were brought together over three centuries of the Malla, the Shah, and the Rana dynasties.  It was an amazing place to see and we also stopped in to see the old Royal palace.  The palace is decorated with elaborately-carved wooden windows and panels and houses the King Tribhuwan Memorial Museum and the Mahendra Museum. It is also possible to visit the State Rooms inside the palace but we didn’t have time for that and after a few photos we circle the square one last time and then walked back to the bus for our transfer back to the hotel. 

We had a 3.5 hour gap before we were to meet again for the afternoon programme, so we all checked out our internet in the lobby of the hotel, a toilet stop for some and the TV was on telling us about Hurricane Sandy that had hit New Jersey and the damage that she had done and that she was still in force along the east coast of the US.  How scary to see pictures of boats and cars swept away and the NY subway full of water.  There were 2.8 million people without power over 11 states, the mind boggles at those numbers and this is really what you don’t see much of when you are travelling.  So I hope that all my east coast friends are safe and literally whether the storm.  I am thinking of you.  So it was lunch time and as a group we went to a place called Pilgrims.  It is a bookshop in Thamel that also has a café out the back.  Unless you knew about it you wouldn’t even know there was a café there.  Some of the girls had been here before so it came recommended and it didn’t disappoint.  I have noticed that things run on Nepali time and they never seem to be in much of a rush and it was lucky we had time to burn as it took them over an hour to get our meals to us.  It wasn’t too bad as we waited we were all hooking onto their free Wi-Fi, slowing the whole system down-but we did manage to find each other on Facebook and now have 8 more friends and it helped kill some time, even if it was painfully slow.  I ate pokora, which is like shredded vegetables, deep fried, and they definitely were worth the wait.  The great thing about the restaurants here they let you pay individually, so none of the group payments and being short (happens 9 times out of 10) which may take a little longer but certainly worth the wait.  I have been trying to crack my 1000 rupee notes into small denominations in preparation for us hitting the smaller towns in the coming days.  Especially the smaller stalls and shops they generally can’t break big notes.  It’s very smart of me hey!        

So we reconvened at 3pm for our walk to the KEEP office which was 15 minutes away.  I can see why we walked as it would have taken us longer in a bus, traffic really is shocking in this part of the city.  The tragic death of a young British trekker, Tracey Taylor Young, led to the establishment of the Kathmandu Environment Education Project (KEEP) in 1992.  Tracey was killed in a fall during a climb on the trekking peak Imja Tse (Island Peak) in 1991. Tracey, along with her friend Joanne Chittenden, had decided to climb Imja Tse to raise awareness of the growing environmental degradation of the Khumbu region of Nepal.  In her memory, it was decided that a new project on ecotourism should be established to provide education on safe and ecologically sustainable trekking methods to preserve Nepal’s unique and fragile eco-system.   A study of the impact of trekking on Nepal in order to develop a way to increase access to environmental and safety information.  This brought about the establishment of the Tracey Taylor Young Mountain Trust in the UK and KEEP in Nepal. KEEP then obtained support from the late Lord John Hunt and by the autumn of 1992, KEEP’s Visitor Information Centre in Kathmandu opened its doors to the public.  Since the idea first germinated in 1991, KEEP has continued to expand its sphere of influence and develop new projects. Today, we are established as one of the leading eco-tourism NGOs in Nepal and have links to international organizations in Europe, the USA and Australia.  With projects including the Community Development program, Environmental and Ecotourism program, Porters’ Clothing Bank, Tourism Capacity Development program, Visitor Information Centre and the Volunteer program.  We basically just got a rundown of the programme and really a general overview of the country itself.  Some stats that we were told include that 2% of the world’s flowering plants are in Nepal, 4% of the world’s mammals, 8%of the bird population, 8 out of the 14 highest mountains are found in Nepal, it has the world’s deepest gorge and the 2nd largest hydroelectricity plant in the world.  In 1962 6,000 people had visited the country and in 2011 600,000 people had traveled here.  Some pretty impressive numbers there and after 1 hour we had a quick look at the shop and the library and we were given free time for the rest of the afternoon.

As we were in the area a few of us decided to visit The Garden of Dreams which was only a 10 minute walk from KEEP.  The Garden of Dreams is a neo classical historical garden; that is situated in the midst of Kathmandu city.  The Garden was famous as the garden of Six Seasons which was created by late Field Marshal Kaiser Sumsher Rana (1892–1964) in early 1920. After the completion of this Garden, it was considered as one of the most sophisticated private gardens of that time. Within the Garden walls you find exquisite ensemble of pavilions, fountains, decorative garden furniture and European inspired features such as verandas, pergolas, balustrades, urns and birdhouses. He erected six impressive pavilions, each dedicated to one of the six seasons of Nepal. These pavilions provided the Garden's architectural framework and lent a cosmopolitan flavor to the formal arrangement of flowers, shrubs and trees. Today, only half of the original garden is in existence.  After the demise of Kaiser Sumsher, the garden was handed over to the Government of Nepal. However it was not properly managed for decades. Seven years of extensive renovation has revived the garden as per the original concept with added modern facilities. It has now become an oasis of peace and tranquility in the urban bustle of Kathmandu city. The size of the Garden is 6,895 sq. meter including three pavilions, amphitheater, central ponds, pergolas, urns and combination of small gardens to larger ones.  While a dozen European-style gardens of similar caliber can be found in India, Kaiser Shumsher's extreme refinement and his personal adaptations of the landscape and architecture, together with the Garden's connection to a historically significant figure, make this one of the great and unique landscaping monuments of South Asia.  The Garden of Dreams is adjacent to the former Royal Palace (now a museum) built in 1895. The Garden's design has much in common with formal European gardens: paved perimeter paths, punctuated by pavilions, trellises, and various planting areas, surrounded by a sunken flower garden with a large pond at its center. We paid the 200repee entrance fee and took a stroll around these amazing gardens.  It was a little strange to still hear the beeping and traffic outside the garden walls but to be able to still feel the tranquility inside was cool.  After the stroll we sat down at the main terrace part of the garden and just chatted and read for an hour before the sun left and it started to cool down.  So we headed back to the hotel and we did our own thing for dinner in preparation for our departure tomorrow morning.  Jess and I decided to get some ‘western’ food and when we had eaten we made our way back to the hotel, we were entering through the gate when we looked at our watches and it was only 7.30pm!!!!  The sun sets around 5.20pm, so in our defence it was dark, but we just couldn’t head back to the room at 7.30pm, we walked back out and stopped at the first bar that had a roof top and decided to kill a few hours there.  So a beer, a cocktail and 2 hours later we didn’t feel so bad heading back at 9.30pm.  While we were talking we discovered that we had the same driver in South America last year, Gray-so we sent him a picture of us both with a beer, so we will see if he remembers Jess.  It just goes to show how small this world really can be sometimes!

So day 1 of the tour complete and this is exactly what I needed to keep me busy.  The group seems great we all get along and I have a great vibe about the rest of the 15 days.