St Patrick's Night Kathmandu

Fun with a few Irish people in Celtic Pub on St Pat's Day here in Kathmandu

NEPALESE

OBSERVATIONS OF NEPALESE WAYS

While in Pokhara the balcony of my room was overlooking a tiny Nepalese household, at least it looked tiny consisting of a very small hut and two sheds. One of them may have been the toilet.

I was awakened every morning around 6 am by the sound of the woman of the house already splitting wood for the little fire that she started. Like all Nepali she could squat down for hours while working, blowing on the fire to get it going, inserting long pieces of wood to lift her pot up when it was boiling too much etc. She carried out about six pots, lids and ladles and started pounding with a brick on whatever she was preparing to cook. Somehow she prepared food in all six pots although she had to keep rotating them since she had only one fire.

Gradually more women would arrive and some had small children while school children in their uniforms would get their plates filled and they would squat down to eat a full plateful before going to school. A few men would drift over too and all would eat from the never ending food in the pots – where did they all sleep? In that one room? Washing themselves seemed to be from a big barrel in the yard that held water possibly since the last monsoon. That garden is in picture one.

After the meal big basins were filled with the clothes that needed to be washed and this was again done squatting. What a huge amount of labour and time has to be put in to this way of living although I only saw everyone wearing the same clothes the whole week so I suppose the washing is not too much. Despite the time needed for the necessities of life most people seem to spend hours just sitting or squatting in the open. There one can get the rays of the sun and the light which is scant indoors in their tiny dark room mainly having only 4 hours of electricity in the day and the rest during sleeping hours.

The children here are great. They wear spotless uniforms to school and all ages, from tiny to adult, go around with their arms around each other or holding hands. They laugh a lot and sing to themselves. Even tiny children, with their parents, will smile when they meet a foreigner. The main impression I have of the Nepali people is of their kindness and courtesy

CHITWAN NATIONAL PARK

CHITWAN NATIONAL PARK

There are so often strikes in Nepal and there has been some the last few days so all usual traffic ceases – quite a bummer after getting up at the crack of dawn in Pokhara and getting down from the mountain to the bus station only to find everyone standing around and general confusion. No refund on bus tickets already booked and no one responsible is the norm. I switched plans when I found a de luxe tourist company bus ready to leave for Chitwan so I hopped on and here I am based in a guest house with a terrace overlooking the river and I’ve just had the pleasure of enjoying the morning elephant bathing during which they have fun spraying all and sundry. Gorgeous gentle giants. Here they earn their food by bringing tourists on elephant safaris in the National Park which is a world heritage site. I didn’t want to do that so I went on a jeep safari for 5 hours but didn’t really see a lot of animals. There was a Rhino but it was submerged in a lake, some bears, spotted deer and a bison. For me the highlight was a Kingfisher that appeared several times with a vivid flash of turquoise. The roads in the park are like everywhere in Nepal – completely unfinished, full of rocks and holes so it was hours of bumping along
The little town here opposite the park is quiet and small, there is a law that everything has to close at 10 pm. It is so nice to just read and be lazy as now and again an elephant comes up just outside the terrace or a buffalo cart passes by. While I was there it was the 2 day “Holly Festival” at I think it was holly as that is how they pronounced it but I suppose it could have been “Holy” It seemed to consist of everyone painting their faces in very bright colours that spilled down on to their clothes. They also wanted to paint us but most were very nice about it and asked if it was ok. There’s very often a smell of Ganja in the air, it grows wild everywhere and they use it on their fires so it is very aromatic here abouts

POKHARA NEPAL

POKHARA, NEPAL

Pokhara is like an oasis in the dessert after one has been in Kathmandu, little traffic, few horns blowing, cattle wandering up the streets and clear air with unobstructed views of the lake, mountains and sky. Of course there are many restaurants, bars and guesthouses to cater for the many tourists who flock here before and after trekking as this is the place to be in preparation for hiking the Annapurna mountains or to Everest Base Camp.

I stayed downtown for a few days before going up a mountain halfway to a lovely hideaway called the Castle. It is owned by an Irishman Joe and a lovely Portugese lady Sofie who rightly describe it as a paradise. There s perfect little rooms in the round, a swimming pool, a bar named Brannigans, really good food and wonderful views. There’s little to do except roam the hills around and maybe meet a few monkeys and certainly some farmers and buffalo, hens and goats.

CHANGU NARAYAN HINDU TEMPLE

CHANGU NARAYAN

This ancient temple is not far from Bhaktapur. The courtyard there has wonderful statues of Vishnu and Garud The roof supports are all carved and painted in intricate designs. There were school children there on an outing and I was soon surrounded as they all like to have their pictures taken with a foreigner and I’m very popular since I have white hair, not seen so often here. Children here are so very nice. They are shy and always smile in passing but they are brave enough to greet and try to converse in English. Even their teachers want to spend time talking with interest

NAMOBUDDHA TRIP

A DAY TRIP TO NAMOBUDDHA

I started off to find this old, famous, Buddhist site, one of the 3 most revered religious pilgrimage sites south of the Himalayas. Taking local buses is an adventure with crowds spilling out of it on to the roof but managed to get a seat after half an hour. An hour later I was in the town Panauiti from which the trail began. I was told that a bus would come by so started walking but the distance seemed to get longer and longer. At first I was assured it would be about an hours walk even without a bus. After an hour it became another 30 minutes, then another hour. After three hours and still no bus I caught site of the Prayer Flags on a distant mountain peak and realized that it would be futile to continue as there was no way to make it there and back before dark so I never did reach it but did have a good Nepali tea break at a tiny Brahmin village where every local gathered around to chat with one attractive girl translating. The people there grow mainly potatoes and cauliflowers. All the women have a glittering ear ring in the side of their nose and some older ones have the most decorative multiple rings in their ears. Marriages here seem to still be arranged with one articulate man expressing some disappointment in his wife who is from the city. I can only imagine how she must feel arriving in that little place, miles from anywhere. Life would be lived without access to book shops, cafes, films, bathrooms and with limited possibilities for conversation, going out, further education electricity etc. Most villagers go to bed when darkness comes often by 7 pm and get up around 4.30 am Small doorways lead in to dark tiny rooms and houses where the sun does not penetrate so all over the country people are squatting outdoors on any pile of trash or dirt most of the day to catch the heat of the sun.

BHAKTAPUR

­­­BHAKTAPUR, NEPAL

Bhaktapur is a UNESCO World Heritage ancient Newari city, it is free of the beeping horns and traffic of Kathmandu. It is full of narrow alleys, wonderful medieval architecture and craftspeople. There are Pagoda roofs, richly carved wooden doors and windows and palaces built mainly of red brick. Wandering lanes opening on to beautiful squares and markets including Potter’s Square where the local black pottery is made and displayed

In the squares there are old pumps where the women still wash themselves and their clothes while others squat down to try to sell their wares of vegetables and fruit out of their baskets that they carry on their heads while walking.