Sunday 23 November 2014

Patan & Bakhtapur


 In Kathmandu valley, the Newari people settled three important cities : Patan, Bakhtapur and, obviously, Kathmandu. Nowadays Patan has been entirely swallowed by the violent growth of Kathmandu, but the old city stays still. Bakhtapur is the most preserved. Despite the tourists, the city is really stucked in the past. More even than the rest of Nepal.

Wednesday 19 November 2014

Sur le lac

Pokhara. Après l'effort, le réconfort. Une semaine de repos après la rando. Au programme : méditation, bière belge et promenade en barque. Quelques photos de notre journée sur le lac...


Tuesday 11 November 2014

9 days of daal bhat

Day 1
10 hours ride by local bus. Our bags on its roof. A Nepali woman sitting in front of us opens a window and spits. Sometimes she puts her baby out through the window to pick louse out of its hair. The old and crowded bus is going up the mountains and the view around us is magnificent. It feels like we are in a documentary while the radio plays traditionnal dohori. As we drive close to the edge I think to myself - maybe one has to be buddhist to take this road with a peaceful mind. If we fall...

 
Day 2
We have arrived in Langtang National Park and can start our trek. A rocky path leads us through the autumn coloured forest, through green bushes of hemp, along cold and fast mountain river. Donkeys carrying heavy bags full of mineral water, beer and snickers for tourist lodges slow us down as we have to walk behind them for some time.
 

Day 3
As a child I used to imagine that a cloud could come inside the house. It would then fill up all the rooms and something maybe terrible, but definately mysterious would happen. It might be a weird fantasy for a Latvian flat land's child, but here in Langtang base camp it actually seems possible. A small cloud floats through the yard, passing by our window.


Day 4
The higher we get the more familiar plants I see. Smiltsērkšķi, mežrozītes, dadži and pelašķi as well as few others I can't name enclose our path leading to Kanjin Gompa. From there we will climb up to the peak, 4'300 metres high, covered only by rare snow and praying flags.

 

Day 5
Climbing down.  At the evening we meet a group of eighteen French. They are travelling with their rosé wine, huge piece of tomme de montagne and they believe that all the world should speak French. As usual, Nicolas pretends to be Latvian.

Day 6
Last and the most exhausting day of trekking. Our guide knows what to do and we stop at some hemp plants growing on our way. Rolling his palms on the plants he gathers the black, sticky oil and we have a 100% fresh and ecological smoke that cheers us up for the rest of the trek.

Day 7
A day spent mostly in a jeep. This time 90s hits are played out loud. Make some noise for Vengaboys! Did I say already that Nepal feels like stuck in time? At the evening we arrive at a small market place near the road where we spend a night in the most miserable and dirty room we have ever had here or anywhere else. Nicolas tries to cheer me up calling it "experiencing the real rural Nepal".

 

Day 8
A day of rafting. We share our raft with four old Indian men. After peace there are always troubles coming, one of them says, as we are slowly floating in silent river towards rapids.


Day 9
Chitwan National Park. We have changed the dirty shed of yesterday's night for a fancy jungle lodge. Today we explore the Terai in different ways - on dugout canoe, on feet and on elephants back.

 

Saturday 1 November 2014

Kathmandu


I.N.D.I.A. - I'll Never Do It Again. This is how Nepalese people speak about India. And we kind of understand why. Nepal is less dirty, less noisy, less agressive than India. People are usually very friendly and helpful. We arrived few days ago but we already like this small country better. We feel great to be here! No doubt we will be back in India sooner or later, this country is amazing and we still have much to see there. And about Nepal, well our visa is for one month but we can also make it longer.


While in India your religion, your sex, your caste, your ethnicity determine all your identity and place in society, it seems that here (but perhaps we're totally mistaking...) it matters less and that all those things "melt" somehow all together. In religion, for instance, it really does melt. Nepalese people are religious too, but they balance hinduism with a good dose of buddhism and some elements of folk traditions. If you ask a Nepalese person : "Are you hindu or buddhist?", he will probably answers "yes".


On our first day we went to visit two very holy places : Pashupati temple, one of the most important hindu place in Nepal, and Bouddha Stūpa, the biggest buddhist stūpa in Nepal. Pashupatinath was very impressive and really left a mark on us. We have seen many religious places since we started the trip, but here we felt really inside it. At first we arrived in front of a dark pagoda of burned wood and red paint where a goat had just been freshly decapitated for sacrifice. In this pagoda was the altar of the goddess Kali, personification of violence. The paintings and sculpture were quite morbid, including one dancing skeletton with penis. Statues of smiling cows surrounding it made the place even more surrealistic. Some other pagodas, here and there, and in between the monkeys and the Sadhus, with their colorful and cheerful faces. But the most interesting and shocking for us happened at the ghats. Pashupatinath is a place where Hindus come to incinerate their dead relatives. The cremation is public. The body is brought on a pile of wood from where it is set on fire. People are crying. The fire is lasting. This is how we saw the life of the people from the inside, when the intimate becomes public. Then we walked to the massive and beautiful stūpa, with Buddha's big blue eyes looking in every direction from each of its four sides.


The following day we spent in the heart of Kathmandu. After a long walk (we got lost), we crossed the touristic streets of Thamel before to reach Durbar square. Durbar square is an amazing place of pagodas, stūpas and other beautiful buildings in quite random dispostition. The pagodas are really wonderful. First you see their incredible silhouette, but more you get closer to the wooden details and more beautiful they are. In one of those bulding lives also the living goddess Kumari. She is, in fact, a little girl believed to be the reincarnation of the goddess Taleju. She is chosen at a young age and is raised as a goddess until her first menstruation when she goes outside for the very first time. That's actually a little creepy. She is a hindu goddess, but somehow chosen by a buddhist clan, in a very similar way they choose the Lama. Another very Nepalese mix of religions.


In Kathmandu we live with a Nepalese family. They are all very kind and friendly, and do everything to make us feel at home. Hem, the father, helped us to organize our two next weeks in Nepal. We will go trekking in Himalaya, rafting, riding elephant, before to reach Pokhara. Today we met our guide for the trekking, he seems very nice. A lot of adventure to come!