Travel Notes from Pokhara-Palpa (Tansen) Part 2

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I crash my bed here at Horizons Homestay at around 9PM. Back home, i usually sleep just before sunrise. So, imagine how healthy i am now that my body clock has adjusted to the daily life in Nepal. If only i could limit my sugar intake with my favorite soda, then it would be good. Because of the lack of cigarette sellers here in Tansen, I finish a pack of Surya in 2-3 days which is excellent, I've been here in Nepal for 3 weeks now, and Terai region interests me a lot now. Apart from the string of beautiful Newari towns in the Kathmandu Valley, and the Everest/Annapurna trekking, not much has been said about Terai. To begin with, Terai boasts of Chitwan National Park -- the home of one-horned rhinos and a Unesco-World Heritage Site. Terai also has Lumbini -- the birth place of Buddha and again, a Unesco-World Heritage Site. Both of which, i am quite excited to go to in the coming weeks. But for now, let's start with the dramatic, cold-sweating, butt-breaking ride from Pokhara to Tansen via Bartung along Siddharta Highway. 

I've passed by unbelievable roads cut through the mountains in Indonesia, Myanmar and some parts of Sri Lanka, but i was not prepared for Siddharta Highway. On my rough estimate, the bus i was riding may have passed across 5 huge mountains, zig-zagging along hundred feet deep gorges, snaking around the holy Gandaki river. I was not able to take photos or videos along the way, because i was constantly moving the whole time. For the effort, and keeping us all safe, the driver deserve a whopping applause from me. There were a couple of Puja stops along the way, but the last one prepared for the yet unbelievable ride approaching Tansen. We were speeding around 80km/hr on deep terrain that becomes witness to multitude of landslides during the rainy season. To top that, my rucksack was on the roof. Luckily, both I and my dirt proof rucksack survived the journey. When i arrived at Bartung Junction, i saw a jeep waiting for a couple more passengers. Off i paid the man 20 rupees for the 4 kilometers ride up to Tansen. The public bus fare only costs 320 rupees for the six-hour journey which was way more thrilling, than let's say, paragliding. 

When i finally set foot on the bus park of Tansen, what welcomed me were the throng of young Maoist teenagers marching and rallying. Good thing, the amazing Gurkha soldiers were there to keep them sane. As anybody whose been to Nepal will tell you, "Stay away!". With 40 kilos in my back, i found a quiet side along the eateries who most of which close down along with the passing strike. The bank was half-closed, and some bystanders watch should there be any commotion. Thankfully, they all left peacefully, and i was already on my way to finding a place to stay. The road in Tansen is motorbike friendly, because most of the roads to and from the bus park were all on 90 degree incline. Going down was a breeze, but walking up is such a pain in the ass. I asked random people were Horizon Home Stay is, and most of the people would point me to the school. Later on, i found out that there's also a secondary school named New Horizon, where Abby, the son of David, the owner of Horizon Homestay, study. 

On one of the garages, i met this young man named Suzit who helped me find the homestay. It was about 4 kilometer up from the bus park so imagine my delight that a motorcycle is giving me a ride. I successfully arrived at Horizon Homestay, voted number 1 on Trip Advisor. When i was about to pay him, he declined. He told me that i don't need to pay for it. And just like that, Tansen is surprising me with the unbelievable kindness of people. There are more stories coming up tomorrow after i walked around Tansen today. Here in this photo, i met my new found friends from Tansen. It's always a delight to know that Nepali people are the friendliest in the world.

I just ate a good serving of Mushroom Dahl Bat with the family, and i am super stuffed. We call it "ukus-mukus" in Nepali. Looked at the clock, it's almost 9PM. It's almost time to sleep. 

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Travel Notes from Pokhara-Tansen ( Palpa), Nepal Part 1

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After a week, i've finally left Pokhara. Oh, this city.

It's great to break your journey and stay in big cities like Pokhara or Kathmandu. When you've missed your grilled beef and your fish fillet, it's nice to know these big cities offer creature comforts. Yet, staying too long can make your mind uneasy. Staying here that long is not part of my plan. After successfully refreshing my visa a week ago, i wanted to relax for a bit. After the extreme trekking done at Ramkot nearby Bandipur, i knew i wanted to do nothing in Pokhara. 

I spent my days in solitude. I wake up late, eat brunch, hit the shower, walk around, find a quiet spot by the lake, read my book, get back to hotel to get ready for dinner. Sometimes, i would go out for drinks but that's getting expensive, and unhealthy, too. 

Arjun Panday is the manager of Hotel Family Home, and has been a good friend of mine since last year. I entrusted my stay in Pokhara with him, and i only reaped amazing experiences because of it that's why i came back.

This morning, i saw him for the last time as i am finally leaving Pokhara for Tansen. With a promise that i will be back, i had to thank him for the warm welcome, and excellent service. Without a doubt, staying at Hotel Family Home was good value. He gave me an awesome price for a big room with balcony, and most of the time when i come back, the staff never fails to greet me with a warm and endearing Namaste. The occassional black-outs were a bummer. But anywhere in Nepal, this happens a lot so by this time i got used to it. What's awesome, though, is even if there is no electrcity, there is WiFi, so anytime of the day, i am connected.


Most of the planning for my activities for the day happen at a nearby eatery. Rose Garden and Restaurant is such good value for money as well. There's a good variety of food you can order from the manager. And the best fried rice i've eaten in my whole stay of Nepal came from this restaurant. It's that good that i usually eat twice a day, one special set for breakfast with magnanimous serving of toast bread, cornflakes, sunny side up eggs, masala tea, orange juice, and Nepali spiced potato, and my vegetable fried rice with egg either for lunch or dinner. She also gives the best suggestions for places to go, things to do, and the dreaded public transportation directions aroung Pokhara. Before i left Pokhara this morning, i had to say goodbye and promise to come back soon. Her smile is infectious, and you know her intentions are genuine. I waved goodbye at the staff, and moved on with my rucksack and memories of good times in Pokhara.

The other day, walking around in Pokhara, was a time for short realizations. In such a beautiful city lies a truth. One man asked for an orange, and a couple of Masala chips. I gave the man my bottled water but he declined. He cannot speak a word, nor his actions were sane. He sat next to me. I felt the real Pokhara is showing. While everybody is trying to shoo him away, i never left him. I stayed because i knew it was the right thing to do. The view from the lake is astonishing, but i felt the reality is something more precious. 

Walking around endless shops of gems, prayer flags and fake North Face, you'll stumble upon men selling fruits. The smell and sight of fresh pomegranate and oranges were enough to make me second look. I felt really bad for the sales that day were very low. I saw this young man who offered me some fruits. I already bought some from another man. But i had to come back to give this man some sale. I paid 150 rupees for one pomegranate which was too expensive. Yet, i feel this was my best purchase so far. Seeing this man light up when i handed over my bill was enough for me to say i just made someone happy. When was the last time you made someone happy?

So, yeah. That has been my trip to Pokhara so far. I also got a haircut from one of the barber shops. I think they have a different price for foreigners. Eitherway, i got an awesome Nepali haircut, and a good shave, too -- all for less than 500 rupees. So it has been an eventful day for me. 

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Travel Notes from Pokhara, Nepal

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There are only two places in Pokhara which i haven't visited the last time i was here: The Mountain Museum and Gurkha Museum. Both of which fascinated me because i am a big fan of the Himalayas and the most-feared soldiers in the world - the Gurkhas. This time around, i had more time in my hands so i was able to negotiate a cheaper taxi cost to visit both, though not on the same day. Along with my Korean friend whose bargaining skills is exceptional, off we go. I found the Mountain Museum more thorough with the collection. Amidst the 400 rupee entrance fee, i was able to read about all the highest peaks in and around Nepal, the amazing duo of Hillary and Tenzing Norgaray, and even watch a short documentary about the fabulous set of mountains. I spent more time here, and the taxi driver was a bit bothered but spending 1 hour here is totally impossible, minimum is 2. 

The mountain view today wasn't so clear. In some days, the peaks were so vibrantly displayed in confidence. In an effort to veer away from the usual places like Devis Falls, Peace Pagoda, and even the Tibetan Settlement which luckily, i was all able to go to last time, it's definite that i must see places i deprioritized the last time. 

The Gurkha Museum, meanwhile, was more quiet, more dark and less appealing. However, the prestige of my idols was the main focal point for my visit here. Going to the Gurkha Museum here in Pokhara was inevitable, and totally non-negotiable. I paid 200 rupees to get in, and took my time reading about the different infantries, missions, and even winter gears of soldiers. The people manning the place were very quiet. It seems that they don't get as many visitors as the former, but still worthy to go to. I bought a couple of Gurkha print outs which was surprisingly cheap as souvenirs. In the photo above, i asked my taxi driver to get the shot, standing tall and proud with the place that commemorates the best of the best. It says, "Better to die than be a coward." And with that, the principle has enveloped my mind for days now. 

Pokhara is still beautiful, if not the most beautiful city in Nepal. The air is much cleaner, temperature more relaxing, and the views are phenomenal. It simply is the most romantic place in Nepal. Accommodations vary depending on your budget. I am staying here at Hotel Family Home, tucked in a quiet corner away from the noise of the lake side. It's not as cheap as some hotels, but i am more comfortable here with a bigger room, hot shower, and fantastic views of the mountains. So everyday, i could see through if the weather is clear so i can plan out my activities for the day. Arjun is the enterprising manager of this hotel, he has become busy, but his professionalism exudes. A year later since i stayed here, not much has changed except for a few improvements. When i arrived in Pokhara last time, i had a lot of time in the morning as my flight arrived a little after 8AM. I went for a walk and scoured for hotels with good views. My number 1 requirements is a balcony where i can watch the mountain all day, an airy room that's not less than 15sqm, and friendly people. I didn't care much about how comfortable the bed is or how hot the shower may be. But of course, it's a bonus. I am glad, i am back here. And it seems, this hotel has a very good standing on TripAdvisor already. Makes me think i made the right choice in the first place. 

I arrived at the morning, and saw Arjun right away. With a big hug after a year, he escorted me back to the room where i stayed in. He said, "never leave again."

During the afternoon, i always have pleasant walks around the lake. And every photo of Fewa Tal seems like a cut out from a National Geographic book. The endless mountain range overlooking a blanket of thin shimmering waters. At the lake, the view of Annapurna becomes optional. The sunset here is amazing. And then, as the sun is about to set, the cool breeze of the night starts to creep in. 

Never fails. Whenever i am in Pokhara, i'm at my laziest. The weather is so good that at mornings, it's hard to resist getting off bed. Usually, i play some tunes and read about where to go next. But last night, i bought a couple of books - Nepalese Customs and Manners, and a bunch of Nepales Folk Tales to keep me busy at some days when i don't feel like roaming around. I also bought a DVD documentary of Nepal, and the infamous photo where all mountains are named and captioned so i won't get confused anymore. 

Still here in Pokhara after almost a week. Namaste, everyone!!!

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Travel Notes from Bandipur-Pokhara, Nepal

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There are moments when i think about the family that i stayed in Bandipur. Now that i am here in Pokhara, after successfully refreshing my visa, i think about them more. Pokhara has always been beautiful, and will always be that charming city outside of Kathmandu. Yet, Bandipur will always hold a special place in my heart. Up until now, people always question why i stayed that long in the tiny village. 

The day that i left was one of the saddest experiences of my trip in Nepal, so far. When you've shared so much moments with people, it's hard to forget them. It's hard to move on. But as they say, one of the cons of traveling is leaving. Whether it be another city, or another country. But like an open road, the only way to go is to move forward. 

I woke up on one of the coldest mornings of my stay in Bandipur. As usual, the view of the Himalayas was outstanding but the air was quiet. I felt that the place is also weeping for i am leaving. I am leaving Bandipur with so much more than when i arrived. I've learned the best lesson and that is the unwavering love and support of a family. I talked to my family last night, and let them know that i am staying longer here in Nepal. My original plan of going to Bhutan and Bangladesh is already a thing of the past. It only took a supposedly side-trip to Bandipur to let me realize that spending so much money visiting the previous countries could be postponed for another trip. But now that i am here, it's inevitable to stay. 

To say that tears rolled down my eye when i was saying goodbye was the truth. I told them that i am not a fan of goodbyes. Yet, i faltered. It was like leaving my family all over again. And as i write this, i still imagine myself at the porch. Rukum would ask me what i want to eat for lunch, and my energy will never exhaust as i climb again the ridge to Ramkot. The infinite smiles of the people of Bandipur is simply contagious. The view is awesome here in Pokhara, but there's something missing. 

Before i left, Rukum's wife gave me a flower --a symbol of safe journeys ahead which i will treasure for the rest of my life. I am keeping it my notebook. I haven't written anything yet on my simple notebook. The flower may just be my very first post, indeed.

I waited long for the bus to be filled up. And after almost an hour of sitting motionless, it was time for me to go. it felt good that Samira had new guests coming in. I just hoped and prayed that they will return the kindness of Rukum's family. 

I still have a long journey ahead of me. It all started with my original plan to stay in Nepal for a few days. Now, i am on my third week in this blessed nation, and i know i am still far away from leaving. 

I waved at them for the very last time. It's one of those that i will never get tired telling. 

To Rukum's family, thank you for making me feel less lonely that i am not with my family seeing the beauty of Bandipur. For i have found another family in each and everyone of you. My sincerest thanks and appreciation for a beautiful trip.

As promised, i will come back. Ooppps, Rukum just sent me a message on Facebook. The question is , "when will i come back?". Let me figure out first how to go to Palpa and Lumbini. I have no idea. I am also excited to go to Terai region. 

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Travel Notes from Ramkot to Bandipur, Nepal

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Writing this post is a bit sad. The weather here in Pokhara is awful, and i miss Bandipur with all my heart. It has not been easy leaving a place after almost 2 weeks. I've never stayed any place i've traveled in the past seven years that long. There something about Bandipur that never fails to make me smile. Maybe, it's the old lady at the store where i always buy my daily pack of Surya, among other essentials. Maybe, it's the kids near the ridge helping their mothers uncover rocks to be sold at the bazaar. Maybe, it's the unfathomable coldness of the air in the early morning. Maybe, it's the gas-enabled water heater which i always fearfully operate that could totally blast me away any second. Maybe, it's the Dahl Bat and chicken noodle soup lovingly made for two hours by Rukum's wife. Maybe, i was born here in my past life, that's why coming here never felt as if i was traveling. It felt like a homecoming. 

The days pass by more, and i would see myself sitting on the cobbled steps kicking in the remaining sunlight of the day. As any local would do, i would chat for a bit and walk to mountains, and ridges, and then some more. I will smile finding the last glimpse of the snow-capped mountains from Tundikhel or my porch. People might think that my days have been boring. My days have never been this fruitful. 

The other day, i finally reached the tiny village of Ramkot where traditional living still exists. Women wear drapery on clothing, and too many rings on their flat edged nose, and sounds of wild boar emanate from each house's backyard. Then, there's the view from the backyard where a full speck of sunlight beaming over the most beautiful mountain ranges you can ever see in your life. 

It took me long three hours of endless walking up and down the tiny ridge pathway. It took me again, another set of hours coming back. Most of the time, i was there alone --helpless and in solitude as i admire the gaze of pine trees and wood-burned from another village. My face has been so hit by sunlight that i manage to turn my skin tone from dark brown to dark red in less than a day. Obviously not equipped for the arduous trek, i find myself giving up most of the time. Yet, whenever i think about the people whom i will share intimate stories back home always light up my less happy hours. I hitched the trek with these two boys whom are best friends for life. I was beginning to feel ill, and told them of my condition. I've felt loved and well-taken cared off. They patiently waited for me to catch my breath. And little did i know, the thousand weird questions they throw at me, made sense. They were trying to make me feel as if time passes by easily. "See, that's Bandipur!" --after more than two hours of flight of stairs passing by another remote village where a volleyball tent is the only recreational activity there is. I am writing this down so i won't forget. For once in my life, i felt i needed to prove myself that i can do it. No matter how hard the battle is, i know i can. I believed in myself, and i know that God, Buddha, Allah and whoever God i have called have all protected me from the serious threat of falling on a thousand meter cliff. 

I've never felt more happy upon reaching the ridge that i just happen to walk to everyday. I know Samira Homestay is only but a few minutes away. As i write this, i couldn't thank the two boys for helping me out reach my destination safely. I asked them what they want to drink when they get to town. Yet, they declined. The boy didn't tell his parents where he's going so he needed to be back home before supper. I saw him the other day, and the only reward i can give him is my highest respect and gratitude. They declined when i asked them if i could take their picture. Regardless, their faces are etched in my heart for life. 

With feet full of blisters and wounds, i went up to the store. I asked the old lady to give me a bottle of  water. My body is sore, and my muscles in pain. I saw Rukum from afar, and he embraced me right there and then. He wanted to take my photo as i was wearing a Topi all throughout the journey paying my respects to this beautiful country. He waved at me, and said "You belong Here!"

It seemed, i had to go through this ordeal to prove myself that i am now part of the community. 

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Travel Notes from Patali Dwar, Nepal

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There is no day here in Bandipur that i don't do my afternoon stroll. Some days, i would walk to the villages and just hang-out--taking in all the sights and smells of this fabulous town. Very little has been told about how Bandipur is really in person as most travelers head straight from Kathmandu to Pokhara. Yet, if only they knew about Bandipur and how the view is unlike anywhere else in Nepal, then i reckon they would go, too. I've been here in Bandipur for quite a while. Each day that passes by, i am becoming more and more familar with my neighbors. The home stay next to ours at Samira called Milan is offering 300 rupees per night, yet when i met Rukum, the owner of Samira, i knew i was home. He is like a father/brother to me. And i really appreciate the effort he has put on my journey to discovery. 

His life story is very interesting. I can see in his eyes how much love he has has for his family. He has only been in town for less than 2 months now, after a very long stint working in Dubai. His wife whom i call di-di all the time, the word stands for older sister, is the best cook in the world. She has turned me from a curry hater to a lover in just a day. Anything that she cooks is just totally impeccable. Although she doesn't speak English as good as Rukum, i could totally understand her. Her wisdom emanates from a mile long. 

On some lazy days, my neighbors will always find me sitting at the porch drinking my masala tea and puffing a cigarette. It has always been like this for more than a week now, and i couldn't ask for more, The view from the home stay is nothing I've ever imagined. It was simply beautiful. 

By this time now, my family's wondering where the hell i am. I am pretty sure, they're awaiting for my arrival back home. I will of course, soon. But for now, i am totally enjoying the peace and wisdom i am gaining with each day i stay. I have learned so much that i know i will treasure for the rest of my life. The road is long, and i am still at the beginning. There's many more adventures awaiting for me. I know deep in their hearts, they understand. 

As i admire the view from the west of this beautiful town in Nepal called Bandipur, i realize more and more how fortunate i am to be able to enjoy my youth in the most perfect place on earth. I also met a Korean traveler who's just waiting for his final ascent to Everest in a few weeks. I am totally excited for him. I am not, in anyway, physically ready for that kind of adventure. Although, it is a dream. But dreams do come true anyway so i am still hopeful. 

After the daylight, i relax in my room for a bit and continue reading about Nepal. Up until now, the final draft of the constitution has not been written yet. Ever since this country turned into a democracy, the fate of the people generously relies on the constitution so people can adhere. The more i read about this country, the less i feel intimidated. My thoughts of Bangladesh and Bhutan have vanished for now. 

Suddenly, i hear a familar voice. "Jerik, Jerik.." --in a very thick Nepalese accent. Rukum says, my now ultimate favorite Dahl Bat is cooked and while it's still hot, i need to eat asap. I will join the family in the kitchen. As everyone is gathered, i chow down the most delicious food in this moment i will never forget for the rest of my life. 

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Travel Notes from Ramkot, Nepal

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The sounds of goats, dogs and locals chatting have all been music to my ears now. I dread the day that i have to leave this beautiful town. It's been days since i arrived here and not one single day have i thought of heading to Pokhara just yet. It seems i found my soulmate here. It's the people. It's the Annapurna. It's the friendly smiles, and endearing greetings. Its the short walk up and down the village. It's the Tuborg in the afternoon. It's the immeasurable steps high up in another fantastic mountain. Although the unfathomable temperature is quite a bummer, i resist heading south for warmer locale. 

The man behind Samira Guest House is the most generous person i know. He makes the effort to make me feel less lonely. Perhaps, he hasn't heard of solo travelers so he thinks that i am spending my days here in sorrow. To be frank, i wouldn't change a thing. Now that i am here, i am quite at peace with myself, and the surroundings surely make up for it. 

After getting my ass off the comfortable bed, i went for a hike up to Ramkot. Although my camera battery died on me halfway, that didn't bother me to simply admire at the beautiful scenery my eyes have been seeing for days. I saw a couple of kids playing with broken logs along the ridge near the nerve-wracking cliff. I wonder how, it has made it seem for these fortunate people to be playing with the gods of nature. The boy, amazed in wonder, asked if he could press the shutter button of my camera. And so he did, multiple times. I believe he has taken his first photo. Not bad for a young man whose only source of joy is playing with broken twigs and plants. 

It's funny how unfortunate life is here in rural Nepal. You see thousands of travelers to Nepal suited with the most modern heat tech gear, and staying at hundred dollar guest houses. They will go to a cafe and talk amongst themselves, occasionally greeting passers-by with a few seconds of immersion with the locals. Then, they go back to the daily grind, preparing for the trek the next day. They hike up the mountain, reach the summit, take tons of photos, and come back home tired. Although these experiences are worthwhile to some, my admission is that these fade in your memory bank. The moments such as seeing a boy whose fondness for cameras cannot be deterred or helping out in a kitchen home preparing ingredients make the trek to the summit of Everest such a cliche thing to do. 

There's more to the highest mountains or the deepest gorges, there's the magnanimous serving of dahl baht served the other night that i couldn't finish yet i managed to clean my plate in an instant because the effort and time put into serving the plate, makes up for it.

The homestay has finally received guests, local celebrities in their own rights. One is a Radio DJ, the other is newscaster. I just spent an amazing time with these two people, as we down some more Dahl Bahts, while discussing more of this beautiful country, and cricket. Nepal won in Division 2. But wait, how the hell do you play cricket?

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Travel Notes from Bandipur, Nepal

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Yey! I'm on my 10th day traveling. I am currently here in Bandipur, and trying to base myself here for a while. I always take it a day at a time. If i like a place, i stay long, err longer. I've been here for almost half a week. Bandipur is indeed the most beautiful place i've visited in Nepal for two years now. I am staying at a homestay called Shamira, and paying 800 rupees per night with gobsmacking views of the Annapurna. You can't beat that with the price. 

For days now, i find myself waking up late, and briefly walking up and down the tiny village in the morning. It seems everyone knows everyone here. I immediately felt that when i rode the bus from Dumre. The kids were playing the flute, and neighbors somehow find time to crack jokes. It was the day before the national strike, so i made it in time here. With no visible transportation on the road, the calm roads emerge. 

The owner of the house i'm staying has an impeccable character. He took me around town, stopping by houses, sitting at benches at one time, and drinking ginger tea at a house on another. His extended family all live in the same village, so i never felt more at ease here. The trek up Tundikhel is a breeze, and i always make it a point to to visit early in the morning and late afternoon to admire the view. 

Lonely Planet hits on this one right, the location of Bandipur is out of this world. It has the best vantage point to see Annapurna. Actually, at any time of the day, i can see it. And the room where i am staying at has that view also. 

Last night, i was served the biggest Dahl Bat meal i've had in my life. The wife kept on putting food in my plate, and it seems hard to resist. So after downing the plate, and thinking about how i ate 3 meals worth. Like a lazy traveler, i slept that night soundly full.

Bandipur is such a nice place to walk at whichever direction you pursue. I have a thousand photos with me now, so it's good i brought too many memory cards. 

The son of the owner is on his 10th grade, and he's busy studying for the exams but today everything is on hold because of the public holiday. The Gurung Caste is celeberating a nationwide parade now. Where is my caste party??? ha ha

The kids here are amazing, and toys made up of bamboo sticks and plants prove their resourcefulness. I was reading about the culture of this country, and found out that about 80% of the total population live on the $2 per day expenses. Amidst the hardships these people have to go through every single day, i can feel the warmth and sweetness from the people. One of the real reasons why Nepal is so close to my heart is because i can see the Filipinos in most of them. The faithful, easy-going type never fails to make me think how close home this is. 

It's close to noon today, and a few hours earlier i had pancakes and scrambled eggs. And i must say, the tastiest i've ever had in weeks. Since today is a holiday, i am thinking of simply relaxing and bonding with the villager kids. Everyone's playing around and i wished i brought some toys with me to share with them. 

Annapurna is slightly disfigured at the moment, while yesterday it was full on. Maybe, i'll try to visit Tundikhel again in the afternoon. i told the owner, i have no plans of leaving Bandipur yet. He said, "stay for a year". To be honest, it's not such a bad idea. 

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Travel Notes from Kakani, Nepal

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I am standing on an edge of a cliff here in Kakani. One of the most beautiful places in the valley fringe. Lonely planet says Kakani is the quiter cousin of Nagarkot and Dhulikel. I was looking for off the beaten path destinations, and Kakani seems like a probable candidate. I left Kathmandu rather late, and arrived at the new bus station or as locals call "bypass". The bus never came, so i opted to ride a taxi instead so i can roam around Kakani freely. The taxi driver and I agreed to 2000 rupees for a four-hour trip around the mountains. 

It was great that i chose a taxi as buses are hard to come by this side of the town. I saw five English people who were stranded in the mountains as no buses go down to Kathmandu anymore. It didn't help that the nation-wide transportation strike is coming up real soon. 

Kakani is the smallest town i've ever visited. And it took me less than 15 minutes to walk around the bazaar. But the air in Kakani is different. It feels like being transported back in time, and as usual, i was the apple of the eye of many. People stare at me in amazement as i couldn't speak Nepali but I look like the person next to me. This is a reminder for me that the next time i come back to Nepal, i have to learn a few phrases so i can get by flawlessly.

After a short trail up to the picnic spot, i stood in amazement how vast the mountain range is. I ordered Nepali tea together with my driver. And we finished our drink in a few minutes. I wanted to walk around a bit more, so we ended up at the memorial park where a hundred plus passengers of Thai Airways crashed near the town. It is totally peaceful there, and no tourist in sight. I really wanted to check out the town, and so i walked to the far end north and south, capitalizing on the amazing views this town holds. On my way down to Kathmandu, i asked the driver to stop so i could watch farmer tending the terraces. It's such a sight to behold. I have hundreds of photos with me. The trip up and down Kakani is mind-blowing.

When i arrived back at the hotel, i met a traveler who wanted to interview me for a book she's writing. As i try to warm my hands in the mini fire place, she asked me about the most beautiful place or experience i have had. The next day, we proceeded with the interview. And it was liberating to share my thoughts.

By the way, my hands are freezing as i type this post. I am already here in Bandipur. I arrived last night at a home stay called Samira. The owner/manager is really friendly, and we went for a walk early this morning. Dare i say, Bandipur is the most beautiful place in Nepal. I'll write about this place really soon. I am taking a bath in a few minutes so i could take more photos of people here, and head to Thundikel so i could take a time-lapse of the Annapurna range during sunset, Everyone is so friendly. It'll be hard to leave this place for sure. 

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Travel Notes from Chobar, Nepal

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After almost 10km of dirt bike road from the capital city, i finally arrived in Chobar. Again, no tourist in sight. This was my original plan, to make sure i go to places often forgotten or de-prioritized by tourists. Chobar is the next town after Kirtipur, and frequented by locals mostly on weekends. 

When i arrived, i immediately heard house music playing. It was either a wedding or a reunion, but alas it was a birthday party. As soon as i snapped a couple of photos, that's when everybody realized i was not Nepali. I just crashed a party, yet i felt welcomed more than ever. It was an exciting experience, being invited to dance, and the DJ playing awesome Nepali pop tunes. I'm losing sunlight so i painfully said goodbye, and walked from here to the top.

The real reason why i went here is to see the Chobar Gorge. Up until now, scientists are still in parallel to think that indeed, Nepal was once a lake broken into two huge land masses. The view here is amazing, and with no photographers apart from lovers, it was indeed a worthwhile experience. I stayed for a couple more minutes relaxing after a tiring walk up.

Shout out goes to Hard Head Helmets for making my trip high up in the mountains, even more energizing. Check out the company's pages on Facebook and Instagram, if you love motorcycles. 

The long bridge overlooking the holy river, and the Hindu Temple residing next to it made this journey one for the books. On the way back to Kathmandu, i stopped by once more to admire the view of Kathmandu, and checked in on one of the monasteries. It's been a great day for me. And i am lucky to experience Nepal in a different way. Sure, there are less exciting towns to visit in Nepal than Nagarkot, Bhaktapur or even Pokhara, but my adventure to Kirtipur and Chobar paved the way for me to explore places that haven't seen much tourists. Now, i am more keen to go on trips outside of the travel books. This is the real essence of traveling to Nepal, just embracing the multitude of colors Nepal has yet to unleash. luckily, i am here now.

The day after, i just stayed at my hotel here in Thamel figuring out for the last time where i want to go. To be honest, the failed Bangladesh trip still leaves a sour note to me as i have been looking forward to visit the country. And like a domino spiraling down, i am not as excited to follow my original plan. I was thinking of going elsewhere, but that didn't push through as well.  Always believe, things do happen for a reason. The day after, i rented a taxi to another uncrossed destination by many. Little did i know, i was in for a treat. The views of Ganesh Himal and rice terraces were just unbelievably sublime. 

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Travel Notes from Kirtipur, Nepal

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I wasn't able to blog yesterday due to the recurring black-outs here in Kathmandu (internet has been down for hours), like it has always been. Good thing, my hotel has back-up generator to keep the light on. 

The other day, i went on a trip to the far less popular destination in the valley fringe called Kirtipur. And i must say, it's one of the most beautiful towns i've ever seen in the country. The faded glory of Kirtipur is slowly following the footsteps of the more popular cousins nearby, with now a tourist center established. I loved that traveling here only meant that i'm the only non-local visiting. When i arrived, there were hundreds of Gurkhas surrounding the peaceful town as the prime minister was coming to town guarding the place. I think there's an earthquake summit of some sort.

Walking up the hill in the cobbled steps lead me to forgotten temples and amazing Newari style built houses. All were amazing to my eyes, coupled with the friendly smiles of the locals. Kirtipur is such a quiet place to visit. As the sun slowly faded on the horizon, more old men and women sit by their houses entrances and just watched the day go by. I've earned more smiles here than anywhere else i've been in the valley, that says a lot about the lack of tourists this side of town. 

After hours of walking up and down the town, i rewarded myself with a cold Nepali Ice beer which was extra strong, so that made my afternoon more relaxing. In Kirtipur, the air is cleaner, and temperature usually drops to -10 degrees celcius at night, so i couldn't fathom staying there overnight. 

The view from the top of Indrayani Temple is simply sublime. From east to west, you could view the whole city of Kathmandu. I stayed on top for about an hour, just watching the clouds hover over the city on one side, and the rice terrces tended by locals on the other side. 

One of the more rewarding trips i've had so far is the visit here. I'll write about Chobar, and how i crashed a birthday party, on my next post as i'm rushing to head to Universal Tours travel agency for yet another plan in my head. I'll share it with you once everything's sorted out. I might head to Kakani later today to trek a little, so i could have better views of the Ganesh Himal Range. 

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Travel Notes from Kathmandu Durbar Square, Nepal

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It is definitely a day of faith for most of us. I am standing right here at the durbar square of the famous city of Kathmandu where throngs of Buddhists and Hindus gather to pay worship to their gods. Back home in Manila, Pope Francis has just arrived where a strong 90 million catholics are expected to pay tribute to the father of the Catholic faith. 

I left my hotel quite late as i have been following updates regarding his arrival. I feel excited and blessed to be able to watch how things unfold thousands of kilometers away from home. Suddenly, the regretful Bangladesh visa doesn't make me feel bad anymore. There's so much more to be thankful for in life. Yet again, i didn't pay for the ticket to get here because nobody asked me. And even if the manager asks me, i'm pretty sure he'll let me pass. I surely belong here, literally. 

The durbar square at night is a delight to see. There were thousands upon thousands of people roaming around the square, and i just saw a man from a distance waving the Nepali flag. There's a bit of a commotion going around here right now with some protesters, but none of that is something to worry about. The people of Nepal are truly one of the warmest and caring people you will ever meet, and i'm blessed to be experiencing it right now here in the country.

I have to be honest, i'm a tad lazy nowadays with most of my time spent sitting in a corner, drinking my masala tea, and just people watching. I've just extended my stay here at Pilgrims Guest House because i'll be going on day trips starting today. I originally wanted to stay in Kirtipur and Chobar but it's expected to be -17 degrees there tonight. That's suicidal. So, i'll be taking the trip this afternoon for a better view of the city. Tomorrow, i am planning to go to Kankani. Since i have more time in my hands now, i might swing by Bandipur and Chitwan finally. I am excited.

I bought two headgears for about 300 NPR which is not a lot and a couple of bracelets for back home. I was just introduced to a couple of Bhutanese guests here, so i take it as a sign. I'm going there really soon. I just wished it was less expensive. 

Namaste from Kathmandu! 

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The Day I was Refused to get a Bangladesh Visa in Kathmandu, Nepal

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After almost an hour of useless waiting time at the Bangladesh Embassy in Kathmandu, Nepal, the news came out that consul refused to grant me a visa. He said, it's either i apply on arrival ( that's not practical - see airport to airport) or i go to Kolkata in India which is non-negotiable as i won't be traveling to India now. 

Mind you, this was the second time i try to get a visa for Bangladesh. The last time, everything was sorted out but Nabila bank was closed for four days, and i'm losing so much time sorting my application. I chose to travel to Pokhara instead.

I realized that things to do happen for a reason. I've been to most SAARC countries: India, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Maldives except for Bangladesh. Refusal didn't happen once but twice in my lifetime. To say that i'm pissed is an understatement but i'll be willing to accept it. If Bangladesh doesn't want me to travel around her country, then so be it. I want to travel around to experience the culture, the places and the people. Amidst all the cylones, earthquakes, famine and poverty, i was willing to embrace the country. I was willing to prove everyone wrong about the reputation of the country.

I'm back to square one figuring out where i can travel next. I've been to almost all countries within the area, and Bangladesh would have been an awesome journey for me. I'm moving on, and Bhutan is already within reach. 

আপনি আমাকে বাংলাদেশে যেতে চান না, তাহলে আমি যেতে হবে না, কিংবা আমি কখনও কখনও যেতে হবে.

Āpani āmākē bānlādēśē yētē cāna nā, tāhalē āmi yētē habē nā, kimbā āmi kakhana'ō kakhana'ō yētē habē.

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Travel Notes from Changu Narayam, Nepal

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This day last year was definitely warmer. Blame it to climate change, i can't even fathom walking around at night here now. My tipping point is at 9PM when my hands start to become numb. I usually use my hand warmers during this time, and cover all skin.

I'm back at Pilgrims Guest House, located north of Thamel. It's particularly quiet around here, and the courtyard/garden restaurant is the icing in the cake. It's great that i get free breakfast every day. Today, i got Trekker's Breakfast which is a heavy meal, i must say. The deluxe rooms here are located on the third floor with views of the the local houses. Shree Tibet, where i stayed before, had standard accommodations but people were more friendly.

Sometimes, i wave at my neighbors early in the mornings.  It's such a delight to be back in Kathmandu. People hate it because it's congested, polluted and bitterly cold during winter. I love it. January is really the perfect month to visit. Although peak season is October and November when the views of snow capped mountains appear on the horizon. I love the city during this time because there's less foreign people, and more local people. 

Today was eventful. After waking up rather late, and beating the last minute for the breakfast, i decided i will go to places around the valley which i haven't been to before. It's quite tricky because my first visit was jam-packed with all the must visit places.

After a quick stop at Fire and Ice, i hailed a cab to take me to Ragna Park where buses bound for Bhaktapur leave. However, i'm totally bypassing the durbar square for the more off the beaten path destination, Changu Narayam. After an hour of brisk walking, and finding myself lost most of the time. I found the perfect spot to catch the bus for the ridge. The problem was, it's always full. So, what i did was to get to where the bus first makes a stop and grab a seat the soonest possible time. 

The view going to the top was spectacular. I wonder why there's very few tourists heading out here. With magnificent views of the lowering city, the valley ridge, and if you're lucky, the snow-capped mountains, Changu Narayam could totally top all the popular durbar squares. I especially find it fascinating walking up the steps that lead to the two-tiered temple. It's so peaceful out there, and i would have spent overnight if only i was carrying my rucksack. Mind you, Changu Narayam is listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. 

There were plenty of kids surrounding me and asking for chocolates but as any responsible tourist, i won't give in to begging. It just sucks that poverty in Nepal is so apparent. But what i realized was, the outlook in life of most Nepali people is so admirable. 

By the way, i made new local friends today. And in the photo above, we've established Nepali version of One Direction. When they heard that i didn't sound like anyone of them, that's when the conversation started. As mentioned before, i looked like everyone. If last year, everyone was calling me Gurung, this year, everyone was calling me Pundit. Both are types of caste in Nepal. I should totally head to where these people live, and i will surely feel visiting my hometown.

I walked around Bhaktapur soon after, and watched the sunset. Be minded, there's no light at night even in the durbar square so walking is extremely cautioned so you can avoid bumping another body. I ate at Namaste Restaurant with the friendliest waiter I've ever met, and ate my chicken fried rice which was excellent.

I'm about to sleep in a few minutes, trying to avoid the 2 degrees celcius temperature expected at 2AM. It's extremely cold outside, and i could't finish my cigarette in the balcony. It's good that my baby yak wool scarf is keeping me warm. I paid 120% off the original price quoted on this, and gave the man 1000 rupees. Blame it on my bargaining skills or perhaps, my charisma ( more like local price). Next, i bought a couple of playing cards which I regretted not buying last time i was in Nepal. Again, the endearing seller gave me a special price. He whispered not to mention my price to anyone i know. Just sharing it here. :)

Good night, from beautiful Nepal!!!

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Travel Notes from Putrajaya, Malaysia

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I woke up and decided i needed to get my foot moving. I went up to the concierge and booked a shuttle going to to KLIA2 where i will ride a transit to Putrajaya. I haven't been there yet, and i'm quite excited to travel around. There was free breakfast so i took advantage of the toast, butter and jelly. I arrived at Putrajaya station and booked a taxi to travel around for 2 hours. My driver was dead tired, and needed a cup of coffee on my next stop. We went to all the best places, like the PICC, the marina, and the best mosques you will ever find in Malaysia. There were a lot of couples doing their pre-nup shots so that was great that i was able to take their photos as well. My driver was courteous to me, and i would have given him a tip but i was saving money big time. I didn't even got his name. 

It was a good trip and i paid 75 ringgit for the 2 hours spent roaming around. After which, i went straight to ride the transit going to the airport. I wanted to avoid the rush hour. I met a Filipino couple who were lost somewhere in between. Some stranger gave them the wrong direction.

The trip going back home was to Sri Packers was unimaginable. I befriended the driver and guide, and decided i tell them about my home country. Long story short, i have a guest going to the Philippines soon, and were heading North of the county. Guess where???

I left the next day bound for Kathmandu. It was still scorching hot, and glad that the flight went well. Everybody was clapping once we arrived at the capital city of Nepal. 

I'll write soon. I had 2 big bottles of Gorkha beer and 1 Everest at one of the best bars in Thamel, Kathmandu but was totally forgettable, so imagine how lousy i am writing this. Cheers!!!

P.S. Tonight was totally cold. 

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Travel Notes from Negeri Sembilan, Malaysia

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I arrived last night at the huge KLIA2, around half past ten in the evening. It was a very long walk to get to immigration. That's how vast the new airport is. After flying on a delayed Air Asia Zest flight from Manila, all i wanted to do was just relax in my bed, or bunk bed for that matter and doze off. This is my first stop on this new adventure, and i wanted to start refreshed and energized.

It's my seventh or eight time to fly to Kuala Lumpur, but i must say this particular flight was the best landing I've experienced. I told the cabin crew to tell the pilot "Nice landing!"

Good thing my rented iTunes movies kept me busy during the turbulent flight to the city. It has been raining heavily the past few days here. And we were advised that it's gonna be bumpy as we approach Kuala Lumpur airspace.

Last night, a couple of local Malaysians were watching PK, the new Amir Khan movie. I wanted to watch and join them but the subtitles were in local language. That would be a waste of time for me. They were all laughing all throughout the movie. Must have been a really funny movie. 

Convenient that 7-11 is right next door Sri Packers, so i bought 2 cans of Tiger beers at around 10 ringgit each and enjoyed the rest of the night. Good investment after a very long day, i must say.

I hope Mary and her friend will still have the time to visit the city. The Finnish girls who came in late at night just flew in to the city after a month in Thailand. I really hope they can come visit the Philippines soon. 

That's it for now. I'm home alone here at the 10 mixed dorm room at Sri Packers, and i'm just killing time. It's burning hot outside so i'm taking shed in the air conditioned room. I'm planning to go to Putrajaya later today as i haven't been there yet. Let's see how things pan out later.

Oh, i just remembered how fantastic it is to see the Petronas Towers from the window of the plane. It is out of this world. Beautiful Malaysia!!!

I arrived at the Hostel c/o my taxi driver who likes to call himself Bruce Lee. ha ha ha Oh, Malaysia. You always surprise me. :)

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