A View of Nepal
We had nearly a month to spend there and moved around a good
bit in order to discover different facets of Nepal. We started by
visiting the Kathmandu Valley and discovered its incredibly rich
cultural heritage, then we took a bus to Royal Chitwan National
Park for a brief safari in the jungle. Another bus trip took us
to Pokhara and from there we went for a seven-day trek in the
Annapurna region. Then we took the plane to go back to Kathmandu.
We visited the capital some more and then it was time to go home.

In Kathmandu Valley...
We arrived in Nepal on March 10th. We spent a few
days in Kathmandu, checking out the city. It is a pretty hectic
place, where it seems that activity never stops. It is probably
the most polluted city we have ever seen and it is sometimes hard
to breathe there. Spring is the end of the dry season, so the air
is saturated with dust, and of course gas fumes of all kinds. In
recent years, the streets have become packed with all sorts of
trucks, cars, rickshaws, scooters and motorcycles. Unfortunately,
environment is not a priority in this country that still belongs
to the developing world, even if a lot of efforts are now made,
especially in the trek regions. Anyway, Kathmandu is not the
paradise of fresh air, but it is still a town with a lot of charm
and mysteries. In every corner of the city some beautiful temples
remind us of the presence of religion. Hindus and Buddhists live
in harmony there, and often share the same praying places.
Here is Kathmandu Durbar Square, with Hindus
temples and four Saddhus. Saddhus are holy men, often coming from
India, who have ascetic lives and look for enlightenment. They're
also the only ones to be able to legally smoke big joints, and
they definitely take advantage of it.
That is Swayambhunath, a stupa (Buddhist temple) on the top of a
hill, in the West of Kathmandu. Buddhist and Hindu pilgrims go
there for meditation. It is a beautiful place, with a great view
of the Kathmandu Valley. We actually spent most of our time there
watching monkeys playing. At that time, we did not know it was a
good idea to keep some distance from them. They have bad breath
and big teeth.
We took a small trip to Nagarkot, a place famous for the view
it offers of the Himalaya Mountains, in particular Mt. Everest.
Nagarkot is a popular spot in tourist guides, judging by the
outrageous prices there, but not for tourists who travel there in
the spring. We saw the very top of the Himalayas in the evening,
but the next day, although we had gotten up at dawn to admire the
sunrise, a wall of dust hid the mountains. We left the place with
no regrets, hiked to Shangu Narayan, a Hindu temple dedicated to
Vishnu, and from there went to Bhaktapur. We really had a good
time on the way, meeting a lot of great people.
Don't look for the mountains in this Nagarkot sunset, they're
behind us (uh, I think).
This is on the way to Shangu Narayan. It's hard
to see, but behind Kelly there is a bunch of women covered with
huge bags, carrying leaves. It's amazing to see how much the
Nepalese men, women or children can carry on their backs.
Here's a farm on the side of the trail.
This is a school. It was
a lot of fun to attend the class, with kids singing their lessons
in Nepalese and English. In the past, only a minority of the kids
attended school -- girls in particular had to stay home -- but
things are getting much better.
This is on the way to Bhaktapur, Shangu Narayan is behind us.
Here's Durbar Square in Bhaktapur. Bhaktapur is
a pretty neat town, very rich culturally, and pleasantly quiet:
cars can't get in.
At this painting school in Bhaktapur, apprentices learn to paint
tankas, which are beautiful representations of mandalas (symbolic
designs of the universe, used as an aid to meditation), the life
and teaching of Buddha, the Kathmandu Valley and so on.
In Teraļ...
The bus trip to Teraļ is worth taking... once. If you're more
than 1m60 (uh, something like 4 or 5 feet tall I guess
),
expect some knee pain after a day trip. But after a few
kilometers, you find out that comfort is but a detail when
compared to your chances of survival with the maniacal drivers --
your bus driver and above all, the others.
Royal Chitwan National Park is located in the south of Nepal,
next to the Indian border. What used to be a royal place for
hunting is now a huge reservation.
In the afternoon, we visited the village and the elephant
farm. The appearance of Teraļ inhabitants, their language, their
folklore, their houses and their way of living are quite
different from what we saw in the rest of Nepal. Nepal is really
a mixture of very diverse cultures.
This is a baby elephant.
And here is an adult elephant.
This is a Teraļ house. Sorry, we didn't take pictures of
Nepalese people (it could have been perceived as a lack of
respect).
The next day, we went canoeing in a hollowed-out trunk. We saw
many birds, and some crocodiles. We thus realized that moving too
much was really a poor idea, since the canoe was not a model of
stability.
This
is one of the crocodiles, I can't remember what they're called,
but they're funny looking with their long and narrow jaw, full of
big teeth.
In the afternoon, we visited the jungle in a Jeep. We saw many
fires and had to turn around a few times, but we didn't see many
animals. The guide saw some bears, rhinos, etc, but I guess he
was the only one.
This baby rhino lost his mom and is taken care of by the park
employees -- believe me, you don't get close to wild rhinos,
especially non-orphan babies.
Here are two tourists on the edge of the river
(the one with the crocodiles) at sunset.
The day after, we went in the jungle by foot. Our guide had a
big stick, and said it was his weapon. We didn't really get it
until we saw some tourists and their guide being charged by a
mama-rhino who looked pretty upset. After that, we did our best
to stay under cover in the forest. We saw some rhinos behind the
leaves, a few monkeys in the trees and some tiger prints (after a
few stories about the tiger, we were glad we didn't meet him).
The last day, we went in the jungle again, but for an elephant
safari. It sounded like a lot of fun at the beginning, but turned
out to be pretty painful. After three hours on an elephant back,
there wasn't a part of our body that didn't hurt. It was fun
though, because we got to charge the rhinos and got pretty close
to them.
This is a big rhino, scared by us (and the elephant beneath us).
The Trek...
We took the bus again to go to Pokhara. After our elephant
experience, the bus seemed much more comfortable than before.
Pokhara is a resort town next to a lake, where most of the treks
of the Annapurna area start or finish. It is actually a pretty
nice place and the lake is beautiful. When the air is clear, it
reflects the mountains and it is supposed to be gorgeous. Well,
we only saw a blue lake, but we found it pretty anyway.
We had chosen a modest trek of seven days. Thank God. It was
fabulous, but a bit of training would have helped (and better
knees too). We left with a porter-guide called Nima. He was a
nice guy who did his best to teach us a bit more about Nepal,
with the little English he knew. Kelly learnt some Nepalese and
got pretty impressive after a week. (I learnt to count and say
"slowly" and "difficult".)

This is our trek. The main goal was Poon Hill, a place famous
for its view on the Himalaya Mountains. The first two days, we
went up to reach Poon Hill, then we walked up and down in the
mountains and along the river to go back to Pokhara.
We were pretty lucky with the weather. It did not rain much,
and only in the afternoon, which cleaned the air a bit. We saw
the Annapurna mountains a few times during the week, and got to
admire the Dhaulagiri, the Annapurna and the Machhapuchhare at
Poon Hill. The great interest of the trip was the rhododendrons
though. They blossom only a few weeks a year, and it was just the
right time to see them. They were as big as trees, and covered
with flowers. The entire mountains looked pink from a distance.
We stayed in lodges, which are pretty comfortable (better than
most of the shelters I know in the Alps). There, we met many
people, some Nepalese and some tourists from all over the world.
We had pretty neat conversations with some of them.
This is us and the rhododendrons going up to Poon Hill.
Here we are again with the rhododendrons.
The Dhaulagiri (from Poon Hill).
Kelly, the rhododendrons and the Dhaulagiri (coming back from
Poon Hill).
This is us, with the Dhaulagiri again (the
Dhaulagiri meant a lot to me because when I was a child, my Dad
spent a few months struggling to get to its top -- he almost made
it but had to turn around because of the cold).
Kelly, Nima and the rhododendrons.
Here I am with the rhododendrons (we really enjoyed seeing them,
especially since the view of the mountains didn't distract us too
much ;-)
The three of us.
On our way down.
Still on our way down.
This is us with Pokhara in the background (on our last trekking
day).
In Pokhara...
We spent a few days in Pokhara taking care of our colds
(especially Kelly) and relaxing. We took a bicycle trip, and the
next day we crossed the lake on a boat. It was cool.
This is us climbing the hill on the other side
of the lake.
This is me, trying to row.
Back in Kathmandu...
We flew back to Kathmandu on March 30th. We were
hoping to admire the mountains from the plane but as expected, we
only got to see the dust around us. We visited Kathmandu some
more and checked out Patan (a big city to the south of
Kathmandu).
This is Kathesimbhu, a stupa in the center of Kathmandu, which is
a replica of Swayambhunath. Pilgrims who are too weak to climb
the hill to Swayambhunath pray here.
This is Durbar Square in Patan, on a communist propaganda day.
When you think of what is happening in Tibet because of China,
it's pretty scary to see communism having so much influence in
this new democracy.
We visited two major temples: Pashupatinath, a Hindu temple
devoted to Shiva in his Pashupati form (shepherd), and Boddnath,
the biggest stupa of Nepal. I got really scared that day, because
a big monkey (bigger and weirder than the others) looked at us
groaning, and finally jumped on me. I ran away screaming, leaving
Kelly behind with the monster. Everything turned out okay (Kelly
used the bag as a shield) but from then on, I avoided getting too
close to the monkeys.
This is the Basmati river, a sacred river that flows into the
Ganges. Cremations are numerous along the river, and it is
probably the ashes that make the river look so dark. Hindus
believe that after death, the corpse must go back to the four
elements.
Saddhus always offer to be in your pictures, especially since it
is a good way to get some fruits or money from you (Saddhus live
on alms as a sign of humility).
This is a peaceful monkey. Behind it you can see
the smoke of the cremations. I felt kind of weird watching
people's funerals, and then I got really ashamed seeing some
tourists taking pictures of the scene, displaying their
disrespect.
This
is Boddnath, with multicolor prayer flags flying in the wind.
We left Nepal on April 4th with a strong desire to
go back there one day. The constant of this trip was definitely
the kindness of Nepalese people: they smile a lot, are very
welcoming and have a great sense of respect. We met fantastic
people and learnt a lot from them.
This is us with Lhakpa and Nimi, two Sherpas who own a travel
agency and took care of our trip. Both of them are mountain
climbers (Lhakpa went on an expedition with my Dad years ago) and
great people.
The end!
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