Colourful Kathmandu, Following The Flags

I have always wanted to visit Nepal. My Grandparents used to host students that were studying at the English School in Christchurch. I distinctly remember a lovely Nepalese man playing games with my siblings and I. He was clearly missing his children, and spent a lot of time with us. Combined with a feeling that NZ and Nepal are linked via Sir Edmund Hillary, images of prayer flags rippling in the wind and great craggy peaks drew me in.

My first glimpse of the Himalayas
Flying into Kathmandu

The flight from India was quick, and we were running ahead of schedule. As we flew over Nepal, the long braided rivers, hills, and valleys reminded me of New Zealand. The Himalayas rose into view, a mesmerising sight. Like grumpy old men, they stood gnarled and wrinkled, with fluffy white clouds for beards. We had to do a few laps before we landed, and as we circled, I noticed something I’ve never seen before on a flight- every single person was craning their necks to look out the windows, and no-one was talking.

We punched through the cloud, to view the dusty, boxy city of Kathmandu. We landed, disembarked, and I found my Air BnB. I scored another Air BnB victory and was staying with a family not far from the city, but far enough that traffic was a distant memory and the nights were peaceful. The people were gracious and charming, the food fantastic, and my trip was made infinitely easier and better because of them.

Day one, I walked into Thamel. On the way, I purchased a local sim card so I had Google Maps, vital for me as I have no sense of direction (seriously, NO sense of direction).

The ancient streets are narrow and dusty, strewn with electrical cables hanging in great bird nests of wiring. Roads criss cross randomly, and intersections are uncontrolled, often with shrines and temples dotted throughout. These create pockets of traffic chaos, mini-roundabouts.

Kathmandu isn’t polluted, but it is very dusty. Many people wear dust masks, and I can understand why. I developed a cough after 24 hours, which disappeared when I reached the mountains.

Kaathe Swyambhu Shee: Gha: Chaitya, the first Buddhist Temple I found.
A statue in the middle of the street- The headwear is traditional for Nepalese royalty. It was the addition of a dust mask on him that made me laugh.
A typical Kathmandu street
Suburban streets; dogs and bricks
One of the main roads in Kathmandu- dusty, muddy, crazy traffic.

I headed into Durbar Square. This is where most temples are located, and the palace. Nepal’s earthquake in 2015 didn’t damage a lot in Katmandu itself,  but many of the ancient buildings are now just a stack of bricks. It’s sad, but some are being rebuilt, and many tourist facilities have reopened.

A bit of earthquake damage; This is the palace. sadly, it was badly damaged in the earthquake and wasn’t open.

 

Kumari Bahal courtyard, propped up by some familiar-looking struts. The building is home to the Kumari, a girl who is chosen to be a living goddess until she reaches puberty, where she rreturns to being a mortal. The goddess appears at the window and if you see her, it is supposed to bring good luck. She happened to be there when I was there… Good luck the building didn’t fall on me I guess.

I wandered off to the Garden of Dreams. A pocket of green, a lush oasis in the tooting chaos. I had a beautiful (expensive) meal here with yak cheese and buffalo mozzarella salad (cheese heaven).

Garden of Dreams

I walked through the Narayanhiti Palace. I wasn’t allowed to take photos, but it’s where all the Nepalese Royals lived until 2006, when the Royals were given 15 days to vacate following the revolution. It has largely stayed the same since; with CRT TV’s gathering dust in all their 1990’s glory. A faded threadbare attempt at opulence. It was interesting though. One 1 June, 2001, there was a royal massacre. Ten members of the family were killed during a party. There are theories that the massacre was an inside job, that it was due to a marriage disagreement. The room that the massacre happened in was demolished VERY quickly after the killings, supporting this theory. There are still bullet holes visible on the back of the palace wall.

I then walked to Swayambhu Stupa Swayambhunath (Monkey Temple). There was a walk to the top and then I got a little click-happy… excuse all the photos….

Puppies and a monkey on the walk up to the temple
The view of Kathmandu from the top
The eyes of the temple symbolise enlightenment.
According to Buddhist belief, these prayer wheels have mantras embossed on them. Spinning these wheels has the same effect as reciting prayers. So you walk and run your hand over them, spinning them.

Monkeys are cute when they sleep!

 

Temple doors (large prayer wheel inside)

The nest day, following my host’s suggestion, I walked around the edge of Kathmandu, halfway up the hill. Popped into a monastery and then walked into town.

Buddhist Monastery

I then taxied over the other side of town, to Pashupatinath Temple. This is where there are a multitude of Hindu temples. It’s crawling with goats, cows, pigeons, monkeys, and people. Everywhere you look, there are people carrying out a variety of different religious ceremonies. Burning things, talking to holy men, praying… an interesting place to people watch.

Earthquake damaged temple, with sheep.

I then headed down to the Bagmati River. This is where Hindu death rites and cremations happen. I thought it was going to be macabre. It wasn’t. It was actually peaceful (as much as it ever gets in Kathmandu), respectful, and gentle. First the dead are placed on stretchers and carried to the river side. Family and friends place them on the banks of the river, stripped them of their clothes, wash them, and anoint them with various powders and preparations. It varies from caste to caste and sect to sect, but it’s all carried out with gentle respect and love. In the instance of one of the cremations I watched, the sons prepared him. They had their heads shaved except for a small ponytail-esque spot on the back of their heads. Once this has been completed, they dead are carried to a pyre, placed on it, and the pyres are lit. It was a simple ceremony and I found it quite beautiful.

Body preparation before cremation.
Cremation. You can see the various pyres have different preparations, depending on the family and their beliefs.

That night, I met with a friend-of-a-friend, who is now a friend. We went to a quiz night in a local pizza restaurant. Had a team with an Aussie, Canadian, American, an Indian/ Nepalese, and myself. We lost badly, as per most quiz nights I attend.

PK and I at the quiz night

I then headed off to Pokhara… post next week as this is long enough!

 

 

 

 

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