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Monday, 13 May 2019

THE EYES OF THE BUDDHA- Boudhanath, Nepal

.....previously in Nepal, Dhulikhel and Panauti.....

Our arrival into Boudhanath involved an extremely tricky squeezing and pushing manoeuvre to disembark one of the most crowded buses we've ever been on- it was a good thing us and our bags were reasonably near the door, otherwise it would have been an impossible feat. Once off, we negotiated the slippery mud bath of a highway to the more calm back streets of the town.

Historically, Boudhanath has always been an important link between Tibet and Nepal. Once located on the major trading route from Lhasa and Kathmandu, it's now home to descendants of Tibetans who have been here for centuries, and well as refugees from the time of China's invasion.



The eyes have it, Boudhanath

Praying devotedly, Boudhanath

Boudhanath pigeons (they are fed)


The huge white stupa has been re-built many times over the centuries since the original AD 600 structure, but it has retained a feeling of grandeur and importance. The giant famous eyes looked down from the top four sides of the stupa and supposedly represent the all seeing wisdom of Buddha.

Every day, all day, devotees from all over come here to ritually circumnavigate the building, spinning the thousands of prayer wheels situated around the base of the stupa as they go. The crowds were almost overwhelming, and non-stop- there was no lingering in the middle of the path to watch the scene or take photos! Luckily, around the edge were seating areas in order to watch the spectacle without being crushed.



In charge of butter candles, Boudhanath

Circumnavigating the stupa, Boudhanath

Two of the faithful, Boudhanath

The grand stupa, Boudhanath


Some pilgrims had spin prayer wheels in their hands, many chanted mantras as they walked, and other were simply chatting to friends. The strangest part for us was the inner part of the circle, where people stretched out on long wooden boards on the ground and prostrated themselves over and over again, in what looked like some kind of penance. A few shaven headed women were doing the same thing outside amongst the crowds- two steps forward, then down on their knees and stomach with arms stretched out, then stand again, and repeat.......for hours.


Ringing the bells, Boudhanath

Devotees, Boudhanath

Man with small prayer wheel, Boudhanath

Tibetan lady, Boudhanath

People prostrating themselves, Boudhanath


The people watching was absorbing, with all sorts of folk represented. The Tibetan ladies in their bright aprons stood out, as did the variety of monks from different parts of the world, and a few Westerners gone native studying dharma (at least for a few weeks).



All sorts of dress, Boudhanath

Pilgrims, Boudhanath

Tibetan lady, Boudhanath

Taking a break, Boudhanath


The shops surrounding the stupa were all catering to pilgrims, with practical items on sale along with the religious paraphernalia.


Pilgrims shopping place, Boudhanath


Sal immediately loved it and felt a massive energy from the thousands of pilgrims walking around the stupa. Rich was a bit more sceptical and wasn't sure if the feeling was completely genuine.


One of many "holy" men, swapping prayers for money, Boudhanath

Lined up for business, Boudhanath


Although the numbers of Tibetans in Nepal is relatively small, they are a high profile people. Their plight leaving China in the 1950's and their striking culture make them instantly recognizable. Interestingly, they have a large role in tourism in Nepal, with many hotels and restaurants being owned or run by Tibetans.

Boudhanath was the first places we really saw beggars in Nepal. It was obvious they were there as a result of the huge numbers of religious devotees and the many hand-outs, but it was still a bit of a shock. Some with deformities sat near the stupa hoping to catch people on their rounds feeling generous, and other down and outs roamed (and lived on) the back streets. Many were filthy little children, some with their whole families begging.




Monks hoping for some money, Boudhanath

Handouts everywhere, Boudhanath

One of many dubious "monks" with piles (and bags full of) money


Boudhanath town is chock a block with gompas-  temples, mostly with monasteries and other religious buildings included in the grounds. We were mostly free to visit and look around respectfully, but often not allowed to take photos. This was a shame, as many of the gompas were richly decorated inside with colourful murals, paintings and thangkas (wall hangings). Early in the morning we caught a few Buddhist prayer sessions going on. Monks were hypnotically chanting and slowly striking the gong, occasionally increasing in speed with sudden energy and blowing on great long horns, only to settle back into the drone again afterwards. We did wonder if all the money used to build these innumerable lavish gompas could be better spent, but, hey, that's religion for you.


Lavish interior, Boudhanath gompa

Giant holy figure, Boudhanath gompa

Monks in reds and gold, Boudhanath gompa

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The buses in Nepal were somewhat of an adventure. For the most part they were stinky, filthy old bangers, with very little leg room. They were as slow as hell, constantly stopping and starting to pick up loads of loud shouting people with bags and baskets full of goodies. The worst part by far was the God-awful pop music played at a seriously ear splitting volume on an invariably crappy sound system. The combination of high-pitched female screeching and a bass line that made us feel like our brains were going to fall out, had us making makeshift earplugs from tissues when it got particularly bad! Whichever one of us sat on the aisle seat and often had boobs in our faces, or people leaning or sitting on our shoulders, or digging bags into our kidneys. Women here didn't seem to mind contact with men on the buses- perhaps it's just impossible to avoid! An added bonus was when someone would invariably begin spewing and the whole bus will fill with the aroma of vomit. It really felt like travelling in India in the old days.
Having said all that, we did become somewhat used to the conditions, and began to enjoy aspects of the bus journeys. The bus boys and drivers were unfailingly kind and friendly to us, and generally the drivers were not too manic, mostly quite sensible and cautious. And, of course, the scenery on most trips just stunning. We were certainly not in a hurry, and appreciated the slow pace.
As a side note- there were some destinations where a very expensive tourist bus was available, but we chose to keep the costs down and go local.



Complete and utter false advertising!

Typical Nepal bus

Inside Nepal bus (that Tartan again!)


Food, in the main, was predictable. Outside of Kathmandu and Pokhara, the choices were limited, usually to momos (dumplings filled with various fillings) and chowmein (noodles with a few scattered vegetables). We did quickly become sick of both, although Sal had the most amazing potato and cheese momos in Boudhanath which completely changed her mind!!


Momo heaven, Boudhanath


Dal bhat was an option in the day in basic restaurants sometimes, and usually the only option in home stays. We both really loved this thali-like plate of rice, various curries and pickles, and enjoyed the contrasting styles at different places.


Dal bhat in Pokhara restaurant 

Home stay dal bhat


The "all you can eat" aspect was great after being out walking in the day. The unusual chiura, or beaten rice, sometimes comes with Newari style dal baht, and although it wasn't to our taste, it was interesting to try something new.


Dal bhat with chiura rice


Sometimes Tibetan dishes were available such as thukpa (noodle soup) and laping, (a cold noodle dish), especially in locations with large Tibetan populations, such as Boudhanath. We skipped the salty Tibetan butter tea, after trying it once in Rawalsar Lake in India, and finding it revolting.


Thukpa soup


Nepalese samosa are the best ever, in our opinion, and luckily available almost everywhere. We often scoffed one or two as an easy breakfast or snack.


Preparing samosas


A funny experience in a small village saw us ordering breakfast, and receiving a julebi in between two puri breads. Julebis are super sweet, deep fried gooey sweets which explode with oil and sugar in your mouth when you bite into them. Combined with the deep fried and greasy puri bread as a sandwich, we couldn't think of a more unappetizing breakfast. Needless to say, we declined and chose a samosa and tea instead!

A cheap local meal with non-alcoholic drinks would cost us around 300 rupees/AU$3.75 for the two of us, and a more Western meal at a restaurant in Pokhara or Kathmandu would be closer to 700 rupees/AU$8.75.
Grapes were our fruit addiction of choice (there wasn't much choice, to be honest).



Aloo parotha (potato bread) for breakfast

Raja (beans) and aloo jeera (our favourite potato dish), Kathmandu

Sal's fav- samosa masala- a mess, but tastes so good!!

Our western picnic complete with local cheese and wine


Our accommodations in Nepal were very hit and miss. The price we paid didn't necessarily match the level of comfort involved. Our cheapest room was 500 rupees/AU$6, and perfectly nice and clean with a piping hot shower, and the most expensive was 1500 rupees/AU$18, and wasn't particularly clean and had no hot water. The best room without a doubt was our cosy, clean and comfortable retreat in Pokhara town, where we waited for the weather to warm up to continue our travels. That was 1100 rupees/AU$13, for pure luxury!!! One odd characteristic in Nepal hotels was consistently being given only one towel in our rooms, even after requesting another.


Our lovely homestay in Tansen

The grand looking (only from the outside!!) hotel in Gorkha

Our favourite room (with the sun streaming in!) in Pokhara

Kathmandu room


The weather slowly but surely became warmer during our three months between January and April. But it was still very inconsistent, and there were many rainy, cloudy, misty, foggy and cold days. This was a surprise, considering the monsoon season was not supposed to officially start until June! We absolutely wouldn't travel in Nepal again in January and February because of the weather. The coldness wasn't the primary problem- it was more the damp days and lack of visibility, in conjunction with the cold and the lack of basic comforts like hot water. The upside was that we did feel we had a completely different experience in many places due to the lack of other tourists around in the off season. It's hard to say if it balanced out.............
Although we knew the weather back in South east Asia would probably be hideously hot and humid, we found ourselves pleased to be returning to a comfortable and familiar place- Bangkok.

Thursday, 31 January 2019

A TAD CHILLY! January in Kathmandu

.....our previous post on the trains around Scotland......

Our last three months were spent at what is now becoming our "regular" place on Ko Fruitopia. It is lovely to have a familiar place at the beach on our favourite island to return to- relaxing with many friends every year is very special. However, we are usually raring to go when the time comes to hit the road again!!

Our re-introduction to Nepal started upon boarding the plane in Bangkok. The Nepali people all had way over the luggage limit, and there were some hold ups while they tried to argue with the strict ground crew to let them board the plane with their massive hand luggage- with no luck, amazingly. One old Nepali man in a kurti passed the waiting time squatting alarmingly in front of us every few seconds on the crowded bus. At Kathmandu airport things became more amusing. Luckily, we had filled out our visa form on-line in advance, so sailed through to the smiling man who took our US$100 each (90 day stay), and waved us over to the immigration lines (we passed the “Senior Citizen and Breast Feeding Office” on the way!). All lines were for a 30 day stay, apart from one- ours, and of course it was the one that was unattended. Rich went to find out what was going on, and came back with the information that the officer was just finishing his cup of chai. He strolled out eventually grinning broadly and asked us questions that sounded suspiciously for his own interest rather than for official reasons. “Madame, I see you are an investigator!” he exclaimed to Sal (she puts invigilator on all official entry forms now), and began a lengthy conversation about her work. After this, and when he had all the information he wanted about Rich's family, we were eventually able to break free. This could have been the most charming and funny immigration office we've ever had the pleasure to encounter! We found a taxi to take us to town for a reasonable price (no flashy airport buses here!).



Happy to have arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal

First glimpse of Kathmandu from the plane


Although we knew it would be cool in Kathmandu, arriving from sweaty and humid Bangkok was quite a shocking and dramatic change in temperature. We had been advised by veteran Nepal travellers to try Paknajol area to stay. It's close to the shops and hustle of Thamel, but quieter- great advise! We found the warmest room we could and hoped the solar shower would work now and again. The ten days we spent in Kathmandu were quite chilly, but we adjusted quickly and learnt to sleep in late, eat dinner early and snuggle down under the duvet at night. We were very happy to learn the famous electricity outages or “load shedding” rarely happen any more, and apart from one rainy morning, we had electricity 24 hours a day.

Our first job was to buy warm clothes, and Thamel was the place to shop. Sleeping bags, walking boots, puffy jackets, prayer flags, singing bowls, funky hippy clothes, juggling balls, liquor shops, travel agents and restaurants were all there. We picked up the obligatory colourful gear that seemed to be de rigour here, and looked like a couple of idiot tourists! We spoke to all the travellers we could- there weren't many around in January, but those that were about were very friendly and helpful with information. A plan was developed of what to do during our time in and around Kathmandu. Almost all travellers come to Nepal to “trek”, but we were open to try to see and understand more of the cultural side of Nepal (and of course, to appreciate the stunning scenery!)


We're totally in love with this old beauty

We took good care of ourselves!

Thamel sign, Kathmandu

Sal chuckled every time we passed this one!

Trinkets for sale, Thamel, Kathmandu

Waiting for a fare, Thamel, Kathmandu

Charming souvenir shop, Kathmandu

A tangle of electricity wires, Kathmandu

Warning up, Kathmandu

Tiny music shop, Kathmandu


We found Kathmandu to be an easy city, with little of the hectic traffic or terrible pollution we had heard about. The roads were mingled with cars, motorcycles, bicycles, cycle rickshaws, trucks, tiny taxis and minibuses, but it never seemed to get to a chaotic level. Admittedly, the conditions weren't the best for the many pedestrians, due to the lack of any sort of footpaths. Everything was covered in dirt and dust, as the monsoon season was long over, and after a couple of rainy days, it turned to mud and was unpleasant to walk around.


Drizzly day, Kathmandu

Wonky shop, Kathmandu

Stalls in lovely old houses, Kathmandu


The Nepali habit of hocking up and spitting on the ground was revolting and took some getting used to (do they do it even more than Indians, or has it just been a while since our last trip there?!). There was no sign of paan chewing involved here, but side-stepping the globs of mucus EVERYWHERE was bad enough.
Kathmandu has an overwhelming population of scabby dogs, and those who know us can imagine how much we loved that. But they shared the personality trait with the human residents of being very laid back, and we never had the slightest problem with them.
The people in the city were very gentle and relaxed, with no hassle at all from stall holders and tour operators (there are ALOT of those, and in January they were desperate for business). We were especially pleasantly surprised by the overwhelming presence of women everywhere- in shops and on the streets, and how beautiful they were- the Nepali are good looking people!


Men with tool for fluffing cotton, Kathmandu

Pretty Kathmandu woman

Man in the morning sun, Kathmandu

Shy young man, Kathmandu

Beautiful woman selling snacks, Kathmandu

Laden with gold, Kathmandu


The streets around the old part of the city were beautifully atmospheric, and we spent a few days in different parts gazing, exploring and snapping away at the old wooden buildings. Much of the detailed carving was on the second level, so we were constantly looking up and trying to dodge street sellers, pedestrians and traffic. Then there were many sunken niches and shrines to look out for, often with people squatting in them lighting butter candles. Fascinating busy market squares, hidden courtyards, small stupas and temples were scattered randomly around the city- often mingling with resident's homes and lives. So many of the old brick and wooden buildings around Kathmandu were still in the process of being renovated after the earthquake three years ago. The Newari people are largely responsible for much of the the typical architecture in the Kathmandu Valley, including the classic square, tiered-roofed wooden temples.


Carrying a load through the streets, Kathmandu

Carving on a discarded column, Kathmandu

Street scene, Kathmandu

Water pump on street in Kathmandu

Old and knackered, but still running, Kathmandu

Topi hats for sale, Kathmandu

Browsing at the bead market, Kathmandu

Pulses galore, Kathmandu

Shop selling all sorts, Kathmandu

Startled man, Kathmandu

Peaceful part of Kathmandu

Young man in chowk, Kathmandu

Self explanatory? 

Little skeleton statue outside temple, Kathmandu

Tempo city transport, Kathmandu


As well as a plethora on dentists, the dental street included a bizarre shrine where people who have toothaches nail coins in hope of curing their pain!



A selection of teeth for sale, Kathmandu

Shrine for people with toothaches


We had a trip down memory lane one afternoon with a visit to Freak Street, the original hippy overlander area, and where we stayed on our last visit to Kathmandu 20 years ago. Although Rich amazingly remembered the guesthouse we stayed in (looks exactly the same), the area has changed beyond recognition, and now days travellers mostly stay in Thamel (or Paknajol, where we were).


Old abandoned sign down a laneway, Freak Street, Kathmandu


There were a few close sights to the city that made reasonably interesting day trips.

Swayambunath Stupa is one of the three most important Buddhist sites in Nepal, and a short distance from where we stayed. On the walk there, we were shocked to cross the Bisnumati River and see the devastating extent of the rubbish problem here. We thought Indonesia was bad, but it's nothing compared to Kathmandu. The idea that all that rubbish would be washed down to India when the rains came was horrifying.


Bisnumati River, Kathmandu


We managed to arrive early enough at Swayambunath to avoid most of the crowds, but stopped in our tracks upon seeing the troupes of Rhesus monkeys hanging around the stairs to the top. After assessing the situation, we realized they were chilled out Nepalese monkeys, and we walked between the groups without issue- we would never do that in Thailand!!!


Nice, calm monkeys, Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu


The summit was lovely, and we were impressed with the stupa itself, the thousands of colourful prayer flags, and the plethora of smaller shrines around the hill. The shrine dedicated to the Goddess of small pox seemed inordinately popular, with streams of people handing over fistfuls on money for blessings. We joined the pilgrims for the long walk clockwise around the bottom of the hill, watching the colourful Tibetan ladies turning the thousands of prayer wheels and muttering prayers to themselves.


Looking at the stupa from about half way up

Close up of gorgeous carving on shrine, Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu

Wooden carving, Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu

Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu

Devotee, Kathmandu

Don't know who this fellow is, Swayambunath Temple

Morning at Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu

Tibetan pilgrim, Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu


Budhanilkantha was a short bus ride away and rather built up in the LP (as most things in and around Kathmandu were). But the 7th century large, black stone statue of Vishnu lying down upon a twisted snake on the “cosmic sea” (ie. a typically dirty pond), was a first for us, and worth the trip to see. Some kind of orphanage was in the temple grounds and for a while we watched the grubby little boys playing an energetic game with a rolled up piece of string.


Lying down Vishnu, Budhanilkantha 

Vishnu fan, Budhanilkantha 


One day's mission was to walk between three villages on the outskirts of Kathmandu. The polluted haze, piles of rubbish strewn all over the place, and the hazy views of the heavily mined Chobhar Gorge were the downsides. But it was generally very pleasant to walk in between villages on small tracks with no traffic, wander some small lane ways, see people sitting in the sun outside their tall houses and admire some of the medieval architecture.
One particularly atmospheric temple in Chobhar had pots and plates nailed up by newly weds to ensure a successful married life.


Strange temple filled with plates and pots, Chobhar 

Footprints, Chobhar 

Snack on our village walk, Chobhar 

Sun's out!! Chobhar 

Village man, Chobhar 

Rugged up in Chobhar 


The main square in the old part of nearby Kirtipur was characterful with once grand carved wooden houses surrounding it and a giant temple with sweeping views at the end. Again, there was a lot of rubble and re-building going on in these villages.


Another temple in ruins, awaiting renovation, Kirtipur

Beautiful temple, Kirtipur

Kirtipur window

Lovely face, Kirtipur


The bus ride to the start of the walk was fun and crowded, and we had a job to squeeze through the bodies from our seats at the very back to get out.

We realized quickly, that Buddhism and Hinduism mingle together here in Nepal in quite an unusual and complex manner. After trying to get our head around why, we just went with it in the end, and accepted the fact.


Butter lamps in Kathmandu

Detail of a carving on a Kathmandu temple

All seeing, Kathmandu

Temple scene, Kathmandu

Holy man, Kathmandu

Giant prayer wheel, Swayambunath Temple, Kathmandu

Temple lady, Kathmandu


An interesting side note- many temples we saw in and around Kathmandu had erotic carvings placed subtly on a small portion of a beam. No one seems to know what this is all about, but it struck us as quite charming in a bizarre sort of way!! We have to include a few examples here....




Of course, we indulged in delicious food, revelling in the different tastes and flavours. We tried many hole-in-the-wall eateries before settling on a favourite. Dal bhat is king here, a basic dal, rice and curry plate, as well as momos- steamed or fried dumplings. Another delicious local speciality is thukpa or thenthuk (noodle soup), and samosas were our mainstay snack. We loved the curries, particular aloo jeera (spiced fried potatoes), aloo gobi (potato and cauliflower), rajma (red beans), and chana masala (chick peas). Add some piping hot parothas or chapatis, and we were in heaven. We became serious chai addicts, drinking many cups of the spicy delicacy throughout the day- a cheap and delicious way to keep warm! It was a bit like our shake and coffee fixation whist in Vietnam. There was quite a variety of fruit and vegies on offer considering it was the end of winter, with oranges, pomegranates, grapes, cauliflower and peas being amongst the produce in season. Although not as prevalent as India, we sought out some local sweet shops to indulge in our favourite milky and nutty barfi sweets. It actually felt good to be eating less and more healthily (haven't been brave enough to eat meat as yet!), and not to be drinking alcohol. Not sure how long it will all last!!


Street snacks, Kathmandu

Typical eatery, Thamel, Kathmandu

Seasonal fruits, Kathmandu


.....next stop Gorkha.....