Showing posts with label Kathmandu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kathmandu. Show all posts

Monday, December 13, 2010

Kickin' it Around the Kathmandu Valley


9-13 December 2010

As the saying goes, “Nepal, once is not enough.” We agree.

We have spent the past few days seeing the sights near Kathmandu, enjoying some great food, and relishing in the peace and quiet (yes, after India, we find Kathmandu quite peaceful).


The Kathmandu Valley is littered with World Heritage cultural sites. During our last visit last visit we were on a strict trekking diet and are now enjoying this different taste of Nepal. Our first stop was the magnificent Bodhnath Stupa-just a short taxi ride from the center of Kathmandu. Surrounded with shops, restaurants, and hotels the magnificent, white and gold Bodhnath Stupa towers over its surroundings. Each day thousands of Buddhist pilgrims visit Bodhnath to pray, walking clockwise around the stupa, fingering their prayer beads, burning juniper incense, prostrating themselves in prayer, spinning prayer wheels, or lighting butter lamps. We joined in the mass of pilgrims making their ritual rounds at Bodhnath and watched as the late afternoon sun bathed this remarkable centerpiece of Buddhist devotion.


In the 17th century three rival city states ruled the Kathmandu Valley. Powerful kings built grand palaces and temples in Kathmandu, Patan, and Bhaktapur. Each of the town’s centers (all called Durbar Square) showcase similar architecture with intricate stone and wood carvings and grand palaces surrounding wide central squares.


Having already visited Kathmandu’s Durbar Square we set out first to Patan. Patan showcases a myriad of temples of similar appearance and a lively, bustling atmosphere. We wandered the streets and narrow alleyways observing vegetable and souvenir sellers, marveled at the intricate stone and wood carvings and enjoyed some people watching from one of the town’s many rooftop cafes.


From Patan, we made our way to Bhaktapur, widely regarded as the best-preserved of the valley’s medieval cities. Bhaktapur is a wonderful place to explore. In contrast to both Patan and Kathmandu, where you spend half of your time dodging speeding taxis and motorcycles, much of Bhaktapur is closed to vehicle traffic. Here, you are free to roam backstreets, squares, and alleys-all of which are relatively free of traffic.


The architecture of Bhaktapur’s Durbar Square is roughly similar to Patan and Kathmandu, but upon closer inspection the place is truly unique-children hide your eyes. Several of the temples feature detailed carvings of men and women (sometimes many of them) engaged in creative erotic acts. In one famous carving, a woman multi-tasks by washing her hair while, well…Also, Bhaktapur’s erotic carvings are not restricted to humans alone. The Erotic Elephant Temple showcases carvings of elephants and sheep and lions doing what the birds and bees do. What an interesting place!


Wandering around Bhaktapur we stumbled upon dozens of shrines and temples devoted to various Hindu Gods. Fruit and vegetable sellers line the streets next to merchants peddling beads, paintings, and metalwork next to momo (like potstickers) wallahs cooking delicious Tibetan dumplings, clouds of steam wafting into the cool Himalayan winter air. One afternoon we wandered to Potters Square, and watched pottery being thrown on foot pedaled wheels.


The pottery is left in the sun to dry before being layered with straw in huge piles and fired for several days. The same afternoon we stumbled upon the Taduchen Bahal Monastery, with carvings depicting scenes of torture. In medieval times Bhaktapur’s residents would be well advised to be on good behavior and avoid having their teeth pulled, being strangled by a snake or their head rammed (by rams, of course). Bhaktapur is a quirky, beautiful, and a relaxing place.


Tomorrow we head west to Pokhara, Nepal’s third largest city-perched on the shore of Phewa Lake and below the Annapurna mountain range. During the next couple of weeks we will partake in 10 days of yoga and meditation (Ommmmm) and spend the New Year trekking below some of the world’s highest peaks.


We wish all of you a happy and healthy holiday season!


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Jammin' in Jaisalmer


2-6 December 2010

You don’t just find yourself on a camel. You have to pay. When I originally read about camel safaris months before our departure, I proposed to Rachel that we partake in an 8 to 21 day camel safari. Her immediate response was “WTF”. And after eight minutes on a camel, twenty one minutes seemed like a lifetime. Rachel is always right (she wrote that).


We met up with our camels after an hour long jeep ride from Jaisalmer, the Golden City, though the Thar Desert near the Pakistani border. As we pulled up, the four camels rested peacefully in the hot sun, disinterested. They were acting like, well, camels.


We spent about 3 hours on our camels that afternoon. Our time between the humps alternated between crashing through desert scrub (camels just cannot be concerned with avoiding shrubbery), gazing at rolling sand dunes, yelling at Kevin’s camel, Charlie, to stop eating every plant in sight (“Charlie stop eating that”), enjoying the peace and quiet, and stretching our groin muscles to the near the point of rupture. We ate a simple dinner of potato curry, rice, and chapattis, and watched the sun go down over the dunes. The camel ride was a success.


Riding camels is one of the main activities to partake in outside of Jaisalmer. Jaisalmer consists of a massive, golden-brown fort perched on a small hill overlooking a small, busy market town below. We decided to splurge and stayed in Hotel Suraj, located inside the fort. For the first time in India, our fortified location protected us from the constant street noise and blaring horns.

Our hotel rooms were located inside a haveli, basically a mansion built of stone and wood. It is a beautiful 500-year old building, and is owned and run by relatives of the original owners. When we gazed out our rooms our eyes met the fort’s walls (complete with a canon for protection) and an intricately carved Jain temple. There is something gratifying about staying in a fort and waking up each morning in a room that has barely changed for 5 centuries.

We spent the rest of our time in Jaisalmer wandering through narrow alleyways trying not to be gored by cows, browsing in the many, many handicraft shops, getting lost, eating good food (there is even a decent Italian restaurant), and visiting a couple of restored havelis, which charge admission. We were astounded to learn that one of the “restored” havelis was less well-preserved and beautiful than our home at Hotel Suraj. What a special place! Jaisalmer is a gem.


From Jaisalmer we embarked on a long, long 18-hour train ride back to Delhi. The contrast between Delhi and Jaisalmer is remarkable. After 2 mostly peaceful weeks in Rajasthan, Delhi (the traffic, noise, pollution, horrendous poverty, open drug use, and filth) was a shock. Most of you know that I am the kind of person that likes to go out and do things. For me a day without a nice long walk seems incomplete. In Delhi, all I wanted to do was stay in our hotel room. In fact, going outside didn’t even cross my mind.


The plan was for us to wish Kevin and Sarah a fond farewell and board another long (16-hour) train to the Hindu holy city of Varanasi, on the banks of the Ganges River. I woke up that morning with a really bad feeling about Varanasi. For some reason, I felt that we shouldn’t go. We were both feeling weary (and tired of India), so after some discussion we decided to change our plans and bought plane tickets back to Kathmandu, Nepal. Little did we know that had we taken that train to Varanasi we would have arrived just hours following a bombing which occurred very close to the hotel where were supposed to be staying. This cowardly act of terrorism injured dozens and claimed one life.


We are now back in Nepal (we love Nepal), and will spend the next few days exploring some of the sights in the Kathmandu Valley that we missed in our last visit. In December, the air is cool and clear here in Kathmandu, and many snow-capped Himalayan giants are visible in the distance. Nepal seems like a nice place to spend the rest of 2010 and ring in the New Year.


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Kathmandu Surprise! (Guest Author! Betsy!)


13-16 October
Something must die. Pigs, goats, chickens beware. It is the festival
of Dashain and the goddesses will be appeased. Nick was excited to
see this river of blood (good photos, you know) but I was nervous.
Rachel was too. It’s hard to get blood out of nice shoes.
We went today to Durbar square to witness the sacrificial festivities
but saw only one sacrificed animal and, to our shoes’ delight, no
streams of blood. The buildings, however, were fantastic to look at
in their own right. Beautfully and intricatlly carved wood on the
stupas, brightly painted Shivas and guard dogs, thousands of hindus
flocking to Taleju to do a ceremonial clockwise walk around their
temple. It was magical.


The crowds were overwhelming to me and it was nice to climb the stairs
of a stupa and watch the people walk by and admire the buildings
without the worry of being hit by a motorcycle.


I am so happy to be here and so happy that I was actually able to find
Rachel and Nick. Did you know they were planning to pick me up at the
airport? I thought they said they were. This was comforting to me
since I landed at 10:30 pm. But instead of a reunion I waited an hour
and a half while the airport cleared out and shut down. By midnight I
decided to find my own way to a hotel. Success the next day however
when Rachel and Nick read my email, panicked, and came round to
collect me.

Despite the initial snafu things have been easy-peasy. We’ve been
buying everything we need for the trek, seeing the sights, and
chatting it up. We went to the monkey temple today, a Buddhist
temple. The sky decided to turn to water so all the famed monkeys
went inside and didn’t bother to greet us. The temple was amazing all
the same. The eyes of the Buddha, huge and spanning across the
temple, were enchanting. The top of the temple is painted gold and
the gold paint washes down onto the white round walls below making
beautiful designs, creating a beautiful kind of decay. At the base of
temple are a series of prayer wheels which pilgrims rotate as they
walk the circumference. It occurred to me that I was seeing something
with my own eyes that I’ve only seen in pictures. This made me happy.
I shared this with N and R and they had similar sentiments.

Tomorrow, my birthday, we head out at 5 am to start our Everest Base
Camp trek. The trek is 27 days long! All three of us must be crazy.
Note, we will not have internet access for at least ten days, maybe
you will not hear from N and R for 27 days…and it won’t be because of
something I’ve done.