Monkey Temple, Kathmandu

Walked to the Monkey Temple on a fine morning here. The way took me alongside the river and was looking forward to it until I saw that it was used completely as a landfill area. Garbage, trash of all kinds, burning, animals rooting in the mess and people trying to salvage what they could out of it. The owner of the hotel here said that when he was a boy he was able to swim in that river but the population of the city increased so swiftly and life here is so hard that there is just no way of controlling the filth.

The pictures of the temple show the many steps up. Have to admit I rested a few times on the way. Monkeys are running all around the place and the usual temple dogs are lying all around.

This is the last few words from Nepal as have only one day left here. With all its problems the main memory for me will be the very nice people here. It is a very dynamic city, full of colour and overrun with traffic. One feels that there is just no room for pedestrians at many times of the day. The rickshaws, motor bikes, cars, taxis and bicycles have to swerve and brake constantly. They must be great drivers. Although there is dust and dirt everywhere and one walks through soil and debris the woman in their saris and Tibethan dress look beautiful with rugs or schawls thrown around their shoulders instead of coats in the chilly mornings and nights. It is sad to see how many woman are laden down with huge baskets on their backs assisted by a band around their head. They carry loads that would be a lot for a beast of burden. I watched a man loading concrete slabs in to one and then the woman staggered up a steep path followed by many others. Still the man in front of me today was singing as he walked and also a young boy near me yesterday. Even with all the aid poured in to Nepal the money does not seem to reach the people.

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BANDIPUR

This picturesque town is situated on a dramatic ridge at an elevation equal to the highest mountain peak in Ireland.

It was once settled by Nawari traders and is a perfect place to see how it was to live in a Newari village in medieval times before the advent of concrete. A group named Himalayan adventures has restored old inns in this and another village and they have worked to give the villagers a sense of pride in their place so this village is quiet, no horns blowing, very little trash and various signs encourage people not to litter and spit. See photo above that shows greeting upon arrival:)

There was a rather hair raising ride up in an overcrowded jeep like bus with people hanging on to the back as the jeep like bus tore around the curves on a very narrow road with a VERY steep drop although the views of the Himalaya range were breath taking too. I was lucky to be inside from where I took this picture.
The old inn is just beautiful with it's tiny doors and windows all carved out of wood, meandering halls and corners, lovely terrace overlooking the majestic mountains still covered in snow. It is, of course, a bit expensive to stay there so I went to a home stay next door also in a very old house but one could still enjoy the inn for drinks, food etc.
There's little to do except walk through the winding hilly streets and see how people live. Groups of women washing clothes in large basins in a designated spot where there is a tank holding water. Young men playing a game rather like pool except they are pushing pieces the size of checkers around on a chalked table and it has holes like a pool table. Men play cards in various corners and women are combing their lovely long hair or their daughters are doing it for them or friends are combing each others hair. All are walking or chatting with their arms around each other or linking arms or hands. It is especially noticable that families are very close and that Dad's play a lot with their children.
Met some really nice people and shared wine and a meal with them on the terrace of the old inn. A fire was lit outdoors against the cool of the night and it was very cosy in the candlelight as the host put a candlebra on the table since there was no light of course.

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My Shan Burmese "son" Sai Or

These are a few pictures of the young man I wrote about in my emails Sai Or
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POKKARA

POKKARA and the Himalayas

Arriving in Pokkara from Kathmandu was like a taste of heaven. Left the city in heavy rain and came to this peaceful place situated on lakes with the snow capped Himalayas all around. On the long bus ride the general air leaving Kathmandu was one of shabbyness. Plastic sheets constituted the awnings, the walls and the curtains of most of the shacks, shops and houses. The trees and bushes were white and dusty. Gradually the landscape became greener. Ovens in front of houses and restaurants were fashioned from red clay - big practical platforms with ledges for pots and pans - wood was burning in a large opening below while openings on top allowed the heat to do the cooking. Houses were built of the usual concrete but gradually many were made of local stone and those of brick were plastered and colour began to appear mainly terracotta and blue. The disturbing thing in Nepal is the mess along each road and in front of every living area. The ground is not paved and is a mess of scrub, dirt, rocks, sand, stones large and small, rusting pipes, big potholes, tubes, bricks and logs plus cows, buffalo, goats, rubble, dogs, squatting people, children, women washing clothes, men washing themselves and general dirt, plastic, trash, hens and motor bikes and jeeps.
It is very interesting to see how the bus boys work. They hang out of the side of the bus and shout out the destination to everyone who is standing or squatting along the route. Regardless of how full the bus is already, more are encouraged to board until it is absolutely jam packed. Stools are placed in the aisles, people stand uncomplainingly almost on top of each other, they hang off the sides and back while the bus jolts and bumps along. One bang on the bus side means stop to the driver for yet more customers or to allow some off. Two bangs mean go. The boy is meanwhile taking money and often has to run to catch up with the bus again.
Along the roads haystacks looked very high until I realised that they were raised on platforms and built around a pole. I suppose for faster drying.
The rain stopped as we arrived, we being a nice Chinese girl named Jessie who was on the same bus. We found a nice guest house where it is much warmer than in Kathmandu and there are light filled rooms and even hot water sometimes. I had a great warm shower immediately. Buildings in the city are so close together that the view from the window is often a brick wall so that makes places very dark especially without electricity.
The weather was gorgeous after the rain, blue skies and sun. We had a bit of a climb yesterday to the Peace Pagoda overlooking the town. It was steep but the views were great and we took a boat across the lake to get there. This was a place that was discovered by all the hippies back in the good old days and they hung out here for months “finding themselves” It is touristy in the way that everyone here is looking out for trekking the Himalayas, learning how to be instructors of Paragliding, gliding with vultures etc. The Annapurna Circuit takes 20 days of trekking but there are also shorter options. There are lots of bars, restaurants, guest houses and cafes and the competition keeps prices down a bit. There’s not much traffic so it is lovely and quiet. The Newari people are the majority and they are really kind and have beautiful smiles.
Still it is sad to see that foreigners are only viewed a bit like an ATM machine. Even little children have a go at asking for a pen, rupees or sweets.
Yesterday morning was a real highlight for me. Decided to take advantage of the wonderful views and go Paragliding. It was terrific with a really competent pilot just floating along in the air over the lake with the mountain peaks glistening in the sun and the lake below. Up there among the birds. I loved it. Hope to upload a few pictures taken in the air.
Today I rented a bike and explored the area for a while although it rained quite a lot this morning. Today in Kathmandu is the start of the biggest Hindu festival of the year named Mahashivaratri and over 600,000 Pilgrims are expected there. There will be Sadhus selling Marijuana joints for around a euro a stick as an offering to the Lord Shiva abnd Naga Babas who are nude medicants who give out blessings. I'm sure you've all seen pictures of them with faces whitened and body paint. It will cost the city 1.3 million rupees for their food and shelter. Typically woman line up at the temple and attend in the day and the men go at night and get stoned. Here in Pokkara it is a much smaller affair. Right now close to where I am writing this there is a big bonfire and women are dressed in their lovliest saris and everyone is thrusting long sugar canes in to the fire and causing loud bangs and bits of cane flying all around the place. Today many women were walking around with their prayer beads and some of them were dancing around quite alone. Hindi's are very devout and say God bless you many times. As a Nepali said to me today "Hindus have more Gods and Godesses than the population of Nepal.

I will start back towards Kathmandu tomorrow hopefully spending a night in a tiny, unspoiled village on the way if I can get transport to it. Of course there will also be the hope that I can leave there on Sunday and return to Kathmandu as it is up a mountain and there is no direct transportation. Thats travel and the fun of it.
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Baktapur and Nagarkot

Baktapur and Nagarkot

Nepal.
Bhaktapur, was the capital of the Kathmandu valley during the 14th to 16th centuries. It has great architecture and large squares filled with medieval temples and buildings, cobble stone streets, potters yards, grain laid out to dry, ornate water conduits and shrines. The people here are mainly Newari and women walk around in the most beautiful ornate decorated sari like dresses with nose ring and shawls. A vibrant red seems to be the main colour. There are schools of Tibetan Thanka painting as well as many painting and watercolours of the surrounding scenery. Hundreds of pottery hand thrown pots sit out in the sun to dry and there are large stores of clay near their potters wheels.
As in Kathmandu one has to pay $10 to enter the main squares and there’s a maze of narrow laneways, passageways entered via tiny arched openings and courtyards. Almost every building has superb woodcarving and temples are dedicated to various Gods such as Shiva, Ganesh, Vishnu in their many forms and the sides are carved with many erotic scenes and wonderful statues of animals including Hanuman the monkey god.
Nyatapola Termple is 5 storey, 30m-high and I enjoyed a good Chai in the ancient café across from it so will post a picture of both near this so you can get an idea of the type of temples here. It has the legendary wrestlers who had the strength of 10 men at the bottom of the steps and then various animals on each plinth and finally 2 goddesses. See picture above. The picture on the left was made from the cafe and the woman was watching out of her window the whole time I was there and also much later when I passed back that way. People seem to mainly watch the world go by squatting in groups outdoors. One of the lovely things about the Nepalese is their affection for each other and their families. Men go by holding hands with each other, the same with boys, girls, older people etc.
I visited the Music Dept of the University, a very small most unassuming place where a woman I met (English) will be making a film of the traditional musicians there. One of them showed me his wonderful Sitar and played a tune for me. (see pic)


NAGARKOT

One goes to Nagarkot mainly for the view of the sunrise at dawn as it is situated on a ridge and the view extends past Mount Everest for a 360 degree view. I took a local bus from Bhaktapur which was another hairy ride. There were no seats but managed to squat down on a low step surrounded by crowds including women with large nose rings, babies some of them nursing, baskets, purchases and people. I don’t know how the buses pass each other with the one on the cliff side tilting sideways to an apparently bottomless fall. People were perched on the roof tops and the bus filled to capacity as usual. Still it was only an hour.
I arrived at dusk and it turned dark while tramping up the mountain to a hotel with a good view for sunrise. Had no luck in finding a reasonable room at first and that was lucky because I landed in a nice hotel quite late and the manager was kind and let me have a very nice room where he promised a hot water shower in the morning (that did not manage to happen). The staff were very nice although it was cold of course since there is no heat in any of these hotels and guest houses. That’s a big encouragement for early to bed, a most unaccustomed practice for me.

Sunrise did indeed bring the sun but mist covered all but the top peaks of the snow covered mountains. Everyone was up and about by 6 am. No electricity until noon but they manage to make breakfast. I met some nice Swedish people who travel with a Tibetan Buddist Monk, a man who is close to the Dalai Lama and what a humerous, peaceful man he was. He laughed out loud long and often. He travels the world speaking on the work he and his team are trying to do in building schools, assisting old sick people to reach hospitals, paying for their care, having centres where very young children can receive food, care and kindergarden so that their older siblings do not have to stay away from school to take care of them while the parents toil. The 3 Swedish people were part of a foundation concerned with building such a school and they had visited Nepal many times and also Dharamsala his home base. I was again fortunate as they invited me to go with them back in their van via Bhaktapur, where we ate lunch, and on to Kathmandu again. As we sat at lunch a very large monkey strolled by before hopping up on the nearest temple.
Now writing this in Kathmandu where again this morning there was absolutely no water and there won’t be electricity until 8 pm again. How do these people put up with it. Their little rooms look so very dark. Their children cannot see to study – I’ll put in a picture of a little girl trying hard to do homework out on the street. Some children are crying while they are having their hair washed in a basin of cold water or trying to wash. Yet people smile even while saying they are sorry, they cannot do any laundry today. Washing clothes is their livlihood. I just got back last night but am thinking of moving on to Pokkara tomorrow morning at dawn. This city is fascinating although chaotic, dirty and noisy but it is also throbbing with life, colour and most importantly people with patience and smiles doing their best to work when there is light. Imagine trying to run any business depending on computer use. How lucky we are I read that the peak water output is 110 mil litres a day while the demand is 280 mil/day and rising. Lucky people get 45 minutes supply on odd days. The water production capacity is eroded, with electricity cut off 12 hours daily deep tube wells cannot operate and there is leakage via rusty pipes that are over a century old and buried too deep to reach.

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First glimpses of Nepal from the air - majestic peaks high enough to soar above the clouds covered with snow and shining in the sun. Later flying lower passed over jagged mountains mainly brown at this time and tiny, isolated houses and hamlets scattered here and there with equaqlly tiny cultivated terraces near some of them. It looks impossible for people to ever reach the valleys below and many houses seem to be situated precipitously ready to tumble down the mountain. It was clear upon arrival at Kathmandu's airport, the only airport in the country, that this was not one of your gleaming chrome and metal modern buildings but a rather shabby dull hall with none of the shops so evident in Thailand where one can buy duty free upon international arrival. That makes much more sense than carting it on the plane for those who want heavier objects like bottles:)

>Walked out of the airport to the upmost confusion, horns blowing, people everywhere begging, bagaining for taxis - tiny little broken down cars that barely fit in 3 people. Traffic horrendous, people walking in front of motorbikes, cars, bicycles. All hooting horns loudly. Piles of cement, bricks, trash, building materials with people squatting among all of it. Vibrant and colourful, confusing, tiny winding streets, little doorways and shop fronts, everything shabby. Just first impressions along with the fact that inside buildings is colder than outside. More later.

This picture was taken at a typical local restaurant with mainly Tibethan food. I am trying my first Thongba - a drink that is made of millet with boiling water poured over it.

These words in Nepal are all written very quickly with no rereading or editing so please excuse repetition and mistakes.

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Farewell to Thailand.

I always feel sad leaving Chiang Mai and all my friends there even though I am off on an adventure. I left with Doi Suthep shining in the sunrise on a clear morning and the full moon has been shining in unclouded skies for the last few days. As I have said before it is upside down compared to Europe so it begins it's new life with a smile and when full the face is sideways. It is so large and clear.

Chiang Mai and the Thais are so tolerant. Lady Boys, for example, have a special status, style, personality and confidence born of the fact that they often front public relations, presentations, sales, promotion of business etc. Gay men, beautifully dressed, often well known dress designers are often the escorts of dignitories when they attend functions. The tolerance is endearing and the amount of eccentrics here makes life really interesting. Needn't tell you that foreigners go around in daft clothes like the silliest of hats made by hilltribe people like long colourful cones and combinations of clothes that they would not dream of wearing in their own countries. Unfortunately Thai girls are no longer wearing the very modest dress of just a few years ago. The Western influence and magazines plus TV have introduced them to the shortest skirts imaginable, strapless dresses, shorts etc. There they go riding their motor bikes demurely with their skirts around their "oxters" as we would say in Ireland. Still there is so much curtesy, the bows, the wai s, the smiles. The school children and teenages look so great in their tradional dress on Fridays with the beautiful, wrap skirts and colourful shirts and trousers for the boys. Life is made easy by the way hand work and repairs are quickly, cheaply and expertly done. I needed a silver handbag for an event and bought a used one with a zip broken. Fixed quickly with a smile and new zip for just a little over a euro. Clothes are returned the same day after being washed and ironed.

I have been spoiled the last few days with goodbye lunches, dinners, music sessions etc where all my friends here came to say cheerio til next time.

For those of you coming here there's a great jam session on each Wed and Sun at CU corner, Tuk Tuk bar on Soi 1 Moon Muang.

Favourite restaurant Prego/Bai Porn on Sriphum Soi 1 with organic veg and wonderful soups plus Italian food.

So many guest houses - please email if anyone wants one with desired price range.

Great dentist. Muxmai Dental Clinic. Dr Suttipong. First turn right after 3 Kings Monument coming from the moat.

Excellent spa. Oasis in 2 locations but I prefer the one by Wat Phra Singh.

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Now on to Nepal starting in Kathmandu.

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