Wednesday, July 29, 2009

eeew...


A festival is going on down the street, celebrating the execution of a progressive 500years ago by burning him in effigy. People are banging drums and cymbals and offerings of rice are being made. The scene is interrupted however as two dogs begin copulating when a third barges in attacking the male dog, throwing him on his back. He doesn't however, detach from the female and he is dragged one way by the yelping female and attacked viciously from the other direction. Finally the trio agonizingly move down the street and the bustling energy of the people returns.




Actually, in this picture, the dogs are upright and the attacker is attempting to hump the female in the leg. Bad dog!

Bandipur 2

Pictures from Bandipur, the sweetest little town in the hills.


























Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Bandipur

The little town of Bandipur is a string of jewels along a ridge between Pokhara and Kathmandu. Like a living museum it exhibits the attractive style of Newari architecture and is also a bustling town seemingly populated more by children than adults, as it is also home to the long-standing Notre-Dame school where kids flock to for their education. I stayed only a couple days, but wish I could have hung around longer, just sitting on the side of the slate-cobbled road sipping chai and watching the activity.



Made this drawing from the troof top of a derelict building at the end of the main street in Bandipur. The sun was setting and it was beautiful. The building is kind of an example of Newari architecture which seems to use slate tiles for the roof, rough brick and stone walls, dark doors and wooden frames often ornately carved, and especially the wooden struts under the eaves, though not featured here except as support under the balcony. Bandipur is a living museum of these buildings and I gathered it is trying to stay that way, though I wonder what will become of it as more tourists discover this little gem in the hills.


On the first night there, a festival was held with a clamour of drums and cymbals and a straw effigy was burned and thrown from a cliff. Apparently it's been going on for 500 years since a man, some progressive type, so described, was executed for his ideas, or it's Ghanta Karna the enemy of Vishnu, I don't know. People weren't that interested, it seemed. But it was a spectacle.



Nearby is Siddha cave, said to be the largest cave in Nepal. I went with Sebasitan a Finnish fellow I met, but we found our flashlights to be all but inadequate for the 35 meter caverns inside, and also just a little scared off by the bats flittering past our ears. So we didn't make it far. But later I came across a cave guide, and though I've come to really avoid "guides", the opportunity to explore the cave in it's totality was intriguing. So he took me deep into the cave where it was darker than night and cool and smelled of ancient guano and minerals, where without a torch it might be impossible to find an exit, and your voice comes back to you in echo rather than escape to the daylight.




Siddha Cave: 427M scrambling over rocks and through gorges into cavernous 30M ampitheaters, all under earth, creaking with bats and drip dripping drops through ancient cracks, eerie and infinitely remote, dark echoing, otherworldly underworld.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Biking around Phewa Tal, Pokhara





















The views from the edge of the lake can be stunning, even in the monsoon when the clouds obscure the mountains.

Samosa

I got a Samosa wrapped in someone's English homework.


Sexy Struts

Under the rooftop of the Jagannarayan temple in Durbar Square in Patan, you'll find these super sexy scenes played out in high relief on the wooden struts. Of course, being a puritanical North American, I couldn't help but photograph them all and mostly ignore everything else there. Except the bird-man, Vishnu's God-vehicle, Garuda. He was outstanding as well.




































Sunday, July 19, 2009

People of Kathmandu

Pictures, walking around Kathmandu, from Thamel to Patan. A long, noisy walk through various neighbourhoods; a good way to see the city. And then a long noisy drive in a taxi back to Kathmandu--we were sure the driver was lost, but it is a long way...














Protest

In Kathmandu, wandering Durbar Square, we heard some noise down a street and turned a corner to find the lane filled with students, marching and yelling, in angry response to what may be a lack of justice with regard to a recent incident in which a young student was tragically kidnapped and murdered.
It looked like there were teachers among the crowd as well, guiding the students peacefully, though everyone was chanting together at the top of their lungs. It was a sight to behold, and good to see that the young people won't accept injustice.













Tooth Ache!

Had a toothache in Kathmandu. This is not a good place for a toothache. Car honking is mandatory and dogs bark all the time, and don't get me started about the touts: "You going trekking? restaurant? guesthouse? You need a taxi? jewelry? hand crafts? [whispered] marijuana? hasish? [normal voice] train ticket? bus ride? Where you going? What do you want?" peace and quiet. So I spent a week on anti-biotics which killed the infection or whatever, and I didn't after all, need dental surgery as was hinted at as a possibility if all-else-fails, by my dentist. And then I went straight to the mountains.
For anyone in need, here are the dentists I went to in Kathmandu:
http://www.dent-inn.com/
http://smilenepal.com/

Monday, June 29, 2009

toilets

Woke up at 7AM and went out to the public toilet to join the locals for a shit. Three squat toilets in a row, men to either side of me behind a small barrier but otherwise visible, grunting softly, smoking cigarettes, shitting together. This felt good.