took a couple days to recoup after lumbini and the 9 hour bus ride/escape. began the longish process of getting my indian visa, and worked on how i am going to head there.
so now in bhaktapur, and all the happier for it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhaktapur
a lovely medieval town and former capital, this gem of a place and its relaxed atmosphere has won me over. i arrived here two days ago, a room at the ganesh guest house. one of the best guest houses and owners ever-seriously. A six room intimate place, with a lovely welcoming family and one character of an owner.
i dropped my bags and headed out to see the sunset, but not before a dinner invite. bhaktapur is a special place, with several squares and meandering streets and alleyways. on the tourist route, but as a day trip, early mornings and sunsets are quiet of tourist groups and empties out.
i roamed around, falling into random chats with local people that didn't seem to be attempting a soft sale. as seven rolled around, headed back for dinner.
unexpected. drinks food and great company makes for a great night. the two other guests, vento and anna from veince were on a two year travel. stories and experiences were shared, great food and too much of the local spirit. deebesh, the owner was a fantastic story teller. he regaled us with his experiences, of all places, japan.
the next day was a long slow wake, breakfast with the italians and then an amble through the town. women gathering water from one of the many communal wells, porters moving goods between shops, children headed to school, the various temples and the grandfolks that stopped to pray, street food vendors, men gambling, women drying their hair-atmosphere. this is one of those differences that i appreciate-life lived in public space. maybe not unlike lawrenceville when my dad grew up, but now most of these activities have moved to the inside of the house.
so bhaktapur has impressed me, and lucky i am to have another day or so here.
pictures:
so now in bhaktapur, and all the happier for it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhaktapur
a lovely medieval town and former capital, this gem of a place and its relaxed atmosphere has won me over. i arrived here two days ago, a room at the ganesh guest house. one of the best guest houses and owners ever-seriously. A six room intimate place, with a lovely welcoming family and one character of an owner.
i dropped my bags and headed out to see the sunset, but not before a dinner invite. bhaktapur is a special place, with several squares and meandering streets and alleyways. on the tourist route, but as a day trip, early mornings and sunsets are quiet of tourist groups and empties out.
i roamed around, falling into random chats with local people that didn't seem to be attempting a soft sale. as seven rolled around, headed back for dinner.
unexpected. drinks food and great company makes for a great night. the two other guests, vento and anna from veince were on a two year travel. stories and experiences were shared, great food and too much of the local spirit. deebesh, the owner was a fantastic story teller. he regaled us with his experiences, of all places, japan.
the next day was a long slow wake, breakfast with the italians and then an amble through the town. women gathering water from one of the many communal wells, porters moving goods between shops, children headed to school, the various temples and the grandfolks that stopped to pray, street food vendors, men gambling, women drying their hair-atmosphere. this is one of those differences that i appreciate-life lived in public space. maybe not unlike lawrenceville when my dad grew up, but now most of these activities have moved to the inside of the house.
so bhaktapur has impressed me, and lucky i am to have another day or so here.
pictures:
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