Travel Notes from Losar, Boudhanath, Nepal

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After three failed attempts, i have finally succeeded in going to Losar. Losar is the equivalent to chinese new year, and a super mega Tibetan holiday. Many buddhist pilgrims come to places like Bhouda and Swayambhu to celebrate as they look forward to a year of utmost blessings to come. 

Again, it was a last minute decision. I've just spent four hours looking for places to go at the lobby of Kathmandu City Hotel when Lamsal, hotel manager and owner, introduced me to his friends. After speaking of my disappointment to them and not going to Losar in time, they suggested i go now to Bhouda for today is the big day. Without hesitation, i left my two backpacks, and carried my duffel to Bhouda. I circled the stupa for thirteen times before deciding to stay at Comfort Guest House. The room is huge with two big beds, the windows are intricately carved, facing some butter lamps stowed for the night. The WiFi of the hotel didn't work, but the guest house next door was working perfectly fine, and i have acquired their signal. The only problem is there is no attached bathroom, and going to the loo in the middle of the night is a bummer. Since there was no electricity, so was the light to the stairs, and the bathroom itself. 

I paid 700 rupees for a room, not bad, for a one night stand. 

Losar started out quite nicely, and as hours pass by, more and more people came. Most of the devotees wore elaborate costumes, and Tibetan formal wear. I've learned that this day, many people came and dressed sharply for the new year. Later afternoon, a truck generator came, and in a few minutes, the largest stupa in Nepal was now lighted in assortment of candy colors. I've been to Boudhanath at least four times, and this is the only time i was here at night and when it is well-lit. 

I stopped by Himalayan Cafe for dinner, and enjoyed the breezy night. Two young locals were making out in one corner, as an 80's love song was being played. It didn't bother me, but knowing that we're in front of a holy place seems to make me frown a little. Somehow, i got confused whether the day was Losar or valentine's day. Either way, may be the couple wanted to start the year with an action, eh?

Since i was staying inside the Boudhanath complex for the night, i had the luxury of time. I circled the stupa a few more times, and discovered Tibetan monks playing the local instrument as devotees gave biscuits, pop corns, flowers, etc. in a mountain of offering. The incense has filled the air, and more people came at night to worship. 

 A little after 9 o'clock, and the crowd of hundreds has slowly left. By this time, i was seated to one of the benches fronting the stupa. Beside me is a huge dog, two foreign dharma students, and a mad person seated on the stoned floors. Maybe, i was destined to sit here at this very same spot so i can fully realize what Losar really means. I don't understand the concept of the Tibetan New Year, as obviously, i am not Tibetan or Buddhist. Earlier, i saw hundreds of devotees giving out food as offering. And this mad person beside me is eating rotten food. And the worse part is, he has no clean drinking water. I gave the man my spare unsealed bottled water. I always buy two before heading to my hotel. Suddenly, i feel that Losar means so much more than celebrating the coming year dressed to impress. It is about celebrating kindness of people. Buddha pronounces to spread kindness to people. Yet, this man who has been here since morning, has only eaten once. 

I didn't talk to him nor did i give instructions. I left the bottled water and nodded like a Nepali. I came back a few minutes later, and the water is more than halfway finished already. I've never been so happy. I feel that my trips has been really, really rewarding spiritually.

Yes. I saw the amazing stupa of Boudha lit up at night, and spending this special new year, with hundreds of pilgrims from around Tibet and China, while inhaling thick smokes of incense sticks, seeing thousands of candles lit up was a definite Losar experience. But spending the night at Boudha was extra special because i found a glimpse of enlightenment so unexpectedly. 

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Travel Notes from Gokharna Mahadev, Nepal

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Things really do happen for a reason. I went to Bhouda ( locals call it Bhouda, without the Nath) this day thinking it was Losar. It is but there's no big festival or some sort. Tibetans celebrate Losar for almost two weeks. I paid the taxi driver 300 rupees from Thamel to Bhouda. That is the actual fare on the 6 kilometer trip. When i arrived, it was the usual. Although i can see signs of celebration ahead, like candles being lit up, offerings being sold like corn, spices, and flowers. I re-directed my taxi driver to travel a few kilometers more to Gokharna Mahadev passing through Kopan on the way to Gokharna forest. Gokharna Mahadev is almost forgotten. If not, probably the least managed site i have visited in Nepal. I could see a few tourist structures along the perimeter but none was open, and locals have built houses on the banks of the temple. It is only in Nepal where you can see someone bathing alongside a world heritage site. This simply means, history is still part of the present and future of the local people. 

When i arrived at the dusty junction. I noticed how easy it is for travelers to visit but there was none when i went. Some trekkers combine the Bhoudanath - Kopan - Gokharna Mahadev in one action-packed loop. After visiting too many Hindu temples in Nepal, i can honestly say that Gokharna Mahadev is my most favorite of all. It's built in simply structure but the details are all elaborate. This temple is dedicated to Shiva, by now my most favorite Hindu god. For someone who's not born Hindu, it is a great learning experience to visit here. I could totally understand every detail of every Ganesh, Shiva, Kali, and all the hanky panky designs of the temple.

Once i sort out my photos, i will try to post some here on this site. This temple is a photographer's dream. Every angle, there is something worthy to photograph. I've spent only three hours around here, and my taxi driver did complain a little. Apparently, the next taxi driver on shift is already waiting. Promise me that you visit Gokharna Mahadev when you have the time.

As usual, a kind Nepali boy help me find the toilet. He must be probably weirded out that i look like his neighbor yet i don't know where the loo is. 

I said, things do happen for a reason. Because if i knew the correct date of Losar then i wouldn't have visited Gokharna Mahadev. I've read about this temple since last year when i first came to Nepal but i have always deprioritized it for the more popular attractions. 

I miscalculated the taxi fare and bargained a 1000 rupee payment for Thamel - Gokharna Mahadev - Bhoudanath instead of 700 rupees. On the way to my destination, he passed by his son. He was playing in the streets. His mother is at work. His father is driving me. He looks like the typical Nepali boy you will see -- funny, loud, and full of life. he is playing in the same street where trucks, motorycles, cows, and locals pass by on that dusty, potholed road. I reckoned, 1000 rupees is the least i can do to make his little boy happy. I hope he received a present from his father at the end of the day. 

I am still here in Patan. I chose to stay here, and forego Bhaktapur as i really think it's getting more and more chaotic there as years pass by. Also, the entrance ticket is increasing and i don't want to deal with army checkpoints anymore. I like Patan because it's much more quiet, more laidback, and the bakeries serving fresh doughnuts and croissants are so welcoming. Last night, i woke up to two Chinese nationals having sex on their room below my room. Don't ask me more about it. I am on the third floor of Cafe de Patan, in front of an old Uma Maheshwar Temple, and they're on the second floor. It makes me realize how at the end of the day, simple things make people happy -- like having sex on vacation, getting a 300 rupee taxi commission, boys playing in the busy streets on a holiday or visiting Gokharna Mahadev Temple. 

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Travel Notes from Maha Shivaratri, Pashupatinath, Nepal Part 2

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This trip of mine was so good, i needed to write a second post. It's 6AM here in Patan, and i am tucked in a nice guest house by the durbar square. I have a pocket of 2 more hours before load shedding begins. I have learned to accept that good working electricity is so hard to find in Nepal. Some places are really bad with only 6 hours of electricity a day, while others are more blessed with about 16-18 hours. 

Up until now, i still could not believe that this trip of mine coincided with Shivaratri. For Hindus, this is one of the biggest festivals of the year, if not the biggest. The minute i stepped in the complex, i could literally hear the loud chants of the local people. And as each step progresses approaching the ghats, the sounds become even more tantric. To be honest, the set up was an accident waiting to happen. But i feel that Shiva was there to guide me all the way. 

In Hindu teachings, Shiva is both the creator and destroyer so he is worshiped by many. During the festival, i learned that this god, among others, help people to become better people. Why? People offer everything, even little things they have, because they look forward to a better future for them. In Shivaratri, I've seen the poorest people, and the most glamorous people. They both walked in the same path circling the temples and ghats. Both of them fell in line for a whopping five hours to see Shiva inside the temple. They have a purpose in life. And their intentions are pure and real. That's what makes these people -- good people. Whether it is for a new house they're building, or the passing of a loved one. Every person wants to have a good life, away from despair and hardships/troubles of life. These people are not perfect. Sometimes, what they do upsets me. But that is the reason why i love them, because they're real.

Other people may have a different view (correct view) of what Shivaratri is, but for me it is blessing people whose intentions are for the good. 

I've had a lovely chat one evening at my hotel, with a Nepali man whose now living in the USA. He came back home because of his dying father who lives in Eastern Terai, and he has given me valuable history lesson of Nepal. I thank him for opening up my eyes to the world of rebellion and constitution. It appears as if his relationship with his father is strained. I can sense that every time he talks about his father, he feels really sad. His family is back home, and he is leaving them for three months. He's also manning the construction of his building in Patan (where i am now). He mentions that he may go back to the USA soon, but he hasn't made his plans yet. 

I know Shiva is watching over him, and will be blessing his every move. He will stay to look after his father. And his father will get well. I have a strong feeling. It is Shiva, of course. He will. 

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Travel Notes from Maha Shivaratri, Pashupatinath, Nepal Part 1

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The reason why my plans changed is because i just heard from my hotel manager here at Kathmandu City Hotel that Shivaratri is coming up in a few days. I was suppose to leave for the mountains yet again, but i reckoned a huge festival dedicated to Shiva is so hard to miss. I cannot afford to miss it, by hook or by crook. 

I arrived the day before coming from a standing room only bus from Dollu to Kathmandu. I still had plenty of time to kill before the event the next day. So, i roamed around the back streets of Thamel before closing time to get amazing bargains. Tip: You shop around 8-9PM when shops are closing, and bargain to the max.

After coming from an amazing shopping spree, i went back to the hotel exhausted and hungry. Gladly, Shiva was there and we ate together an amazing Dahl Bat meal. That night, i started reading about the god Shiva and this amazing festival. I felt that in order to fully embrace the big day, one must understand the real reason why so many local people come here in the first place. 

After a hearty breakfast, i arrived at Pashupatinath at noon. One cannot fathom the line going inside the Shiva Temple. It's the longest line I've ever seen in my life. News say that the line is so long, the end was near the Tribhuvam airport. So many pilgrims from India, Bhutan and other SAARC countries came to worship Shiva on his special birthday. I've been so lucky in Nepal this trip that i didn't pay the jaw-breaking entrance fee at 1000 rupees for foreigners. I just walked, and nobody asked me for a ticket. I just hope and pray that nobody from the ticket counter is reading this. Otherwise, i am dead meat. 

I spent a total of five hours inside Pashupatinath, roaming around and eager to check what the locals are doing. Many people came in groups chatting, and relaxing by the different temples inside the complex. But the real stars of the day are the Sadhus and Babajis from all around Nepal and India, enjoying this day where everything is absolutely free. Think about anything a normal person cannot do, it happened. I saw a Sadhu naked, and was preaching his sermon to a crowd of kids. Over to the other side by the ghats are Sadhus and Babajis by the hundreds rolling marijuana and selling to all local people. Take note that this day is also the only day where marijuana is legal. It's feels weird that everyone was so high on the drug, while policemen are littered checking who're high enough to go home. 

I met a Nepali guy from another province who bought a stick of marijuana from a Babaji for about a hundred rupee. That's 1 freakin' dollar. He wanted to share the stick with me. 

Later on, i found myself amazed by the Sadhus and Babajis. One, they've all come out of their shells, and for one day they could totally enjoy themselves. They've been living their whole life meditating and praying so a day of having fun is definitely something they look forward to. I've been making circles seeing groups of local people, as young as 12 to as old as 65, all eyes super red, and obviously high. Sadhus and Babajis were high, too. Some were sleeping, others were on a different state chanting "ohm...ohm...ohm...". 

I could go home early, buy my heart says to stay. I stayed long enough to have acquired all the burning marijuana, incense sticks, and fire at the nearby ghat. Walking up and down the stairs was a delight to all senses. I was squeezing myself to fit a very little space, while smelling urine, sweat, and smoke. I was touched (whether intentionally or not) at private parts. I've seen nipples, hairy balls, shit, and a puke. I have heard loud noises of babus crying, women being stepped on foot, old men and women laughing, and bells being rang by every Hindu in sight. In total, i was right with my estimate. About 1 million people came to Pashupatinath for Shivaratri. And when i left just as when sun was setting, more people came. 

In my opinion, I've never seen a crowd so dedicated to their faith as the Hindu people. They are the living testament to an aged old tradition still being practiced until today. 

One Babaji put an ash circle on top of my forehead, and tapped my head soon after. He's about the same age as mine, and he has already devoted his whole future to praying and meditating. Later on, another Sadhu blessed me by pinching my ears and stroking my hair. It seemed like regardless of religion, class, or belief, everyone was in the mood to pray. Everyone was there for one thing. For Shiva. 

I could go on and on with my experiences, and even all the words that i could think of, will not be at par to the experience I've had. I will write more later today. I am now sitting on the couch of my lovely hotel here at Kathmandu City Hotel. I am already thinking how will i feel when i leave Nepal next week. 

Oh, Shiva. You have brought all people to come and worship you. You have brought me, a non-Hindu, to Pashupatinath, and accepted me with open arms. That i will never ever forget. 

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Travel Notes from Parphing-Dakshinkali-Dollu, Nepal

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After more than a month and a half in Nepal, i've successfully immersed myself in the culture and religion of people. One big misconception is that the major religion in Nepal is Buddhism. It's not. Although a certain percentage worships Buddha, a vast majority is Hindu. 

Hinduism is one of the most interesting religions of the world. With so many gods to worship, and a tradition that lives on since ages ago, Hindus are simply unique. After a brief stint at Pharping, following the Buddhist path to enlightenment, i was off to the next town famous as a pilgrim for Kali worshipers.   Since i had plenty of time, i walked from Pharping to Dakshinkali. I just asked random people, and Nepalis never fail to point me at the right direction. I walked south of Pharping, passing by cobbled streets and local people. It's small, dusty and obviously non-touristy. Of course, i got lost but managed to find the correct path along rice paddies, cows and farmers tending the field. It was already noon, and getting warmer. 

I arrived at the junction, where there are two paths to take. One takes up to Dakshinkali Village Inn with uncles sitting on benches doing absolutely nothing, and the other one is spiraling down towards the end of the road. I walked down and felt the cool breeze from the pine trees. I found a green gate, and a couple of Kali fixtures. After countless steps again, i finally reached the temple. The steps were soaked in blood, and feathers sit in the banks of the holy water. It's not even Tuesday, and the air is already tantric. Imagine if i was there on Tuesday or Saturday -- both days are for worship. A few minutes later, the ceremony started. I found a quiet spot on the terrace where i will not distract the devotees, and listened/watched in amazement. I didn't know if there's a fee to enter, but i didn't because nobody asked me, anyway.

I saw a woman holding a flat bamboo plate filled with rice, flowers, a couple of rupees. I saw a man holding a live chicken on the throat. Later on, the animal was served as a sacrificial gift. It was gory but for Hindus --it's very holy. 

Dakshinkali is famous for the Kali Temple. That's it. That's why this town is peaceful most of the days, and the women and men selling Kali souvenirs and flowers by the bus stop can count on hands the number of stuff they've sold for the day. Again, to truly appreciate Dakshinkali, one must understand Hinduism. It's a very old religion, and millions believe that gods have the power and might to rule this earth. I am still on a limbo whether i am amenable to sacrifices but on this day, i found a beating in my heart so hard. I knew i was connected to Kali right at this very moment. I was being watched. But i knew, i was blessed.

I've seen shocking things in my life, and this is one of them. But i feel very lucky to have experienced such. Overwhelmed, i hailed a bus towards Dollu on the way to Kathmandu. I still have a couple of hours to spare, and i don't want to spend them in Thamel where obviously i will spend my rupees on shopping. I stopped at Dollu junction and walked half-way till i got tired. Dollu is similar to Pharping where Buddhists from around the world come and spend weeks, sometimes months, studying this religion. There is only one or two hotels, and the huge fixture at the lap of the mountain is currently being constructed. There were many Buddhist monasteries but I've had enough already in Pharping. I actually enjoyed some quiet time at the benches near the junction where i sat and watched people take the bus, go down from it, walk up north and down south the highway. I have to realize for myself that I've been on the road a very long time, and there will be moments where i will feel like not doing anything.This is the time. I am not being lazy. I just need to relax for a bit. 

A couple of Suryas later, and this dog kept on licking me on my crotch, and would not leave. Scared but was laughing the whole time. Dai was there to shoo the dog away. Said goodbye to the cute labrador, and rode a bus bound for Kathmandu. I was standing the whole trip that took more than an hour. I got squeezed in big time, and personal space is non-existent here but I've gotten used to it. This is Nepal -- My most favorite country in the world. 

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Travel Notes from Kathmandu-Parphing, Nepal

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I am now going to places that i haven't visited. To play fair and ensure that i have objectively visited all towns, municipalities and cities of Nepal, i was off to Pharping. Pharping is located in the southern valley of Kathmandu facing endless mountain ranges and rice paddies. It is also well-known as a Buddhist enclave. Thousands of pilgrims set off to explore this tiny Buddha fan town tucked in a ridge. 

To get here was a last minute decision. A sudden change of plans from Kathmandu lead me to this place. I just wished the weather cooperated, as skies have been cloudy the past few days. After a 2-day break in the capital city to get some money, eat familiar food, and sort out my memory cards and gadgets, i knew that i was ready to move again. And at 12 noon, i left my backpacks and brought with me a duffel i bought in Thailand a year earlier. I didn't bring much for the 2 day out of town trip. I was just super confident that i can pull this through, whatever it takes. Originally, i was planning to stay at this hotel facing a monastery. It must be a whirlwind experience to be staying a few meters away from praying monks but i simply cannot afford it. I don't want to mention the name of the hotel because i didn't stay there anyway. But i must say, the location is out of this world. The kind gentleman helped me find the bus to Pharping. I was at a junction, a few kilometers away from Dollu. It took me less than 5 minutes and a stick of cigarette before i was hailed a taxi, not a bus. Well, it's not really a taxi but an actual car heading to Dakshinkali. The experience was surreal. I got seated to two men who're obviously heading to Dakshinkali. The live chicken was given. I arrived at the junction, and bargained the man if i could pay him only 100 rupees. We said goodbye, and i was already looking for Pharping Family Guest House. 

Again, the string of off the beaten path destinations continue. Pharping doesn't receive a lot of tourists. The only foreigners you will see are Buddhist students. The room next to me have been staying in Pharping for three months now. I bargained for a price, and got the best room. Directly in front of me in my balcony is Guru Rinpoche, handsomely placed in a clear glass, well-lighted at night. Which eventually became my source of light for the night. In a day, power was  cut off fore more than 18 hours. As a familiar route, i started clockwise, and visited Auspicious  Pinnacle Dharma Centre of Dzongar. It was a quiet afternoon, and no grandfathers sitting on the chair. I turned the 13 huge prayer wheels, while contemplating on what the real essence of all of these is to me. From here, i started walking towards north to visit some beautiful fine-art Buddhist monasteries such as Ralo Gompa and Sakya Tharig Gompa. I stayed for a bit here as the warm rays of the dying sun, and some pilgrims making their circles, were enough caviat for me to relax and just take it all in.

Later on, i found myself heading up the stairs to find Guru Rinpoche Cave, and was surprised to meet a half-drunk, half-wit guide. He asked for donation, so i just gave him about fifty rupees. Along this path, i saw too many tsha-tsha ( stupa-shaped clay offerings with actual hair). There were many kid monks playing, too. 

Going down was a breeze, and i found my two-hour familiarization trip worthwhile. I like Pharping because it's quiet, serene and calm. But i also found myself lost most of the time. I feel that to truly experience Pharping, you have to understand the doctrine. I think that those who're studying Buddhism here picked the best place to finish their studies. For others, it is an engaging way to look at a town from a different perspective.

Pharping is one of the places in Nepal that I've been to where establishments close the earliest. At 8PM, i was already in my room braving the winter night breeze. 80% of the shops have already closed, those who are left are just counting the stocks of their wares. Earlier that night, i opened the door to a rather full capacity restaurant. I told myself, the food must be good. Little did i know that the people eating are all monks. I am the only foreigner/non-Buddhist eating at the corner table. In front of me are about thirty monks eating their thukpas and momos. A few minutes later, all of them have become busy with their cellphones and on Facebook. One monk even helped me secure the password for the WiFi. People must realize that monks nowadays have changed. It is not necessarily a bad thing, but just surprising basing on our perceptions. In essence, these monks are still young people. They want to enjoy their youth. They want to know what's hip. They want to connect with their friends outside of the monastery. I will not be surprised if these monks even have flings. In my opinion, to study Buddhism and find enlightenment, one must still enjoy life. Because in order for us, people, to find the light, we must all live a happy life. Don't you agree?

I slept at 9PM. A couple of hours later, i woke up to monks prayers at 3AM. I may not have the most comfortable bed, and i knew i could sleep some more but my senses are already wide awake and in total state of bliss. 

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Travel Notes from Gorkha-Kathmandu, Nepal

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Of course, i didn't wake up early enough to catch the sunrise in Gorkha. Amidst the hard beds, i was able to get some needed sleep after the unbelievable walk up to the Gorkha Durbar Square. It's very surprising, actually. I woke up instead, just in time for the bus ride to Kathmandu. Mind you, there are frequent trips to Kathmandu direct from Gorkha or Abu Khaireni. But there is only one bus leaving the opposite direction and at 6AM.

The trip was lonely, because once again, i'll be heading to civilization ( for the lack of a better term). But the view on the left side of the bus coming back to Kathmandu is beautiful. The deep blue Trisuli river was a feast of the eyes. We've passed several towns nearby the river which gave me an idea where to head next. Luckily, i was seated next to a friendly guy. A couple puja stops later, i was offered a considerable amount of oranges. Although he didn't talk much, i can sense the kindness in this man. Every now and then, he would point me to specific landmarks like the bridge, the dam, etc. I miss Bandipur so much, and it didn't help that Rukum sends me messages on Facebook asking how i am. :(

After five hours of traveling, i have arrived at Kathmandu Pokhara Bus Park. This babu was smiling at me like crazy the whole trip. This very lovely kid tucked on the shoulders of his mom made me miss my nephews a lot. I wanted to give the family a lift but they're heading to the opposite direction. With relatively penniless, i was off to Thamel. I know, very touristy. I paid the man 200 rupees instead of the 400 rupees originally quoted by other taxi drivers. After a couple of minutes, and less than 5 kilometers later, i have arrived at Pilgrims Guest House after more than a month. But alas, it was fully booked that day. They offered to take me to their partner hotel but didn't find these places welcoming to me. I went to get some money at nearby Western Union, and walked for a bit to look for a new place to stay for a few days. 

I am very thankful to my parents for continuously supporting my vision to travel. I don't know how will i survive without them. And a huge chunk in making this particular trip successful is because of them. I will see you guys soon. I can't wait to eat all the Filipino food i could savor, and absolutely do nothing for the next few weeks until I come back and start working again. I am already counting the days when i come back home so we can spend happy times again together. 

Going back, i stumbled upon a new towering hotel called Kathmandu City Hotel. From the looks of it, i know i am going to be spending a lot more. After coming from very spartan accommodations in the past few places i stayed, a hot shower, comfortable bed, and luxurious amenities are in order. I checked the price, and it's not as expensive as i thought it would be. And when i checked the room, and the view -- i knew i am staying here for sure. Shiva who greeted me at the front desk was very helpful, and even carried my huge backpack. Earlier, i went back to Pilgrims Guest House and told them i am transferring to another hotel. It was an amicable goodbye, and i stepped out excited to try Kathmandu City Hotel. 

The first thing i did was to fix my backpack, took a very long bath, and prepared to get some food. I haven't eaten anything solid that day. First thing in my mind was Funky Buddha's chicken snitzel burger which is absolutely divine. It was an early evening for me, to get some much needed rest after traveling for more than a hundred kilometers. And when i talk about 100 kilometers, that's Nepal road. You get the picture. 

I am sitting here at my hotel bed, overlooking a gloomy sky over Kathmandu. Kathmandu City Hotel is definitely my most luxurious stay in Nepal so far, but i must say it's good value. I am now friends with the people who own, managing the hotel. The managers who are long-time friends built this hotel just a few months ago. And Shiva, one of the owners, might just be a candidate for my best man in my wedding soon. He's a very friendly guy, and very honest, too. 

A day before, the whole hotel was peaceful. Today, a whopping 14-piece Spanish entourage came to check in. In addition, a rude group of Indian people ruined my breakfast with their loud noises, and constant complaining with poor attendants. Wake up people, you're in Nepal not in your own country. This country doesn't demand respect, it deserves one. 

I am waiting for my laundry as i write this. It seems it takes forever to dry my clothes because of the unbelievable 12-hour power cut-off everyday in Gandaki Zone, and gloomy weather forecast.I will write more about my experiences here at Kathmandu City Hotel tomorrow, and how I've proven again my enterprising bargaining skills as i haggle and haggle to give my nephews the best present ever.

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Travel Notes from Gorkha Durbar Square, Nepal

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I almost didn't go to the durbar square which is a painful and exhausting 1800 steps up in the ridge overlooking the whole town. Living in Manila where the average elevation is 2 meters, it is undoubtedly an unbelievable task just to get up here. 

This day made me realize that if there's a will, there's a way. It all started with the lack of cash, and being located in the mountains. In Gorkha, a popular pilgrimage site for Hindus, good value accommodations are hard to find. Restaurants also serve basic staple and a couple of continental dishes. That's it. To say that Gorkha is one of the most off the beaten path destinations in Nepal is the truth. In my few days stay here, i've only seen two sets of tourists the whole time. And when all of them left, i think i'm the only one who's not from here. 

Since i didn't have anymore cash with me, negotiating the steps up is the only way to go. However, knowing my physical abilities, i knew that i could climb up but in 2-3 hours which is definitely not enough time, to cover the durbar square in daylight. 

I've asked random people and they point me at a junction heading up to a 4x4 only dirt road. After a couple of minutes, with no motorycle or taxi passing by, I came back to the flat meeting place in front of the Gorkha Museum. Then, i managed to sweet talk the Gurkha police to help me out go up without taking the steps. Due to a miss in communication, i thought it only takes 200 rupees to ride the sumo. Apparently, it's 1200 rupees which is my budget for 3 days. Ha ha 

Obviously, at this point, my hopes of seeing the infamous durbar square crashed in front of me. The Shah rulers have definitely made the durbar square quite a rigorous task for followers to visit. In a stroke of luck, the man who pointed me at a wrong direction, was right all along. Laughing for a bit because i have very limited cash, he said he can make do with 500 rupees. It is over my budget but i am not leaving Gorkha without visiting the durbar square. Never. So as the saying goes, if there's a will, there's a way. A few minutes later, the man whom i bought my cola earlier, came up to me with his motorcycle. And we we're off to the durbar square. 

The road going up the Gorkha durbar square is beautiful. The roads gently ascends to unfathomable curves, only with views of rice paddies below, and a couple of stone houses perched on the cliff. There were many pilgrims walking up from here. It seems you don't have to walk the cobbled steps anyway, as the path here is much more manageable. 

After a couple more steps, i have finally arrived at Gorkha Durbar Square.The palace/temple/complex is a fortress built by the king of the Shah dynasty. Gorkha is also the birthplace of King Prithvy Narayan Shah. The elaborate details of the entrances and archways were enough fuel for my creative mind. Negotiating the steps lead me to small door openings. From here, watch your steps. There were a lot of visible blood stain marks, cut feathers and meat offered to Goddess Kali. The view from the durbar square is unimaginable. One can go far and away to see what land can be viewed. There was a faint view of Ganesh Himalaya and Annapurna which made the trek going here so worthwhile. 

Little by little, as i explore the vast compound, i try to re-create what life must have been ages ago. Looking over his kingdom, the ruler must have an excellent command of the surroundings. It is very peaceful to roam around, and i found that going to the durbar square is such an experience of a lifetime. Although it's a bit sad that i can't enter to some places because only Hindus and Brahmans can, still, the fact that i am stepping on the cobbled steps, drenched in chicken and goat blood, paying tribute to the once fabled kingdom, was more than enough reason for me to actually be here. 

The trip to Gorkha Durbar Square surpassed my expectations in a whole different level. After coming from disappointing Chitwan, Gorkha was the place i was looking for --historical, tranquil, memorable. Dare i say, if there's one durbar you have to visit in Nepal, it is Gorkha Durbar Square. Take my word for it. 

As we sped down the chilling road back to bazaar, i shot a video of myself as the cool Gorkha wind blow its breeze on my face. This is the magic of Nepal. Oh, and i didn't pay to get in --just like the locals. 

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Travel Notes from Gorkha, Nepal

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You don't know how happy i am once i stepped foot back in the valley. I can't explain why but the vibe is totally different here than in Terai. Roaming around Gorkha is so rewarding. Completely untouched by commercialism, i feel that now i have traveled around the real Nepal. It seems the people who live on the hill have the same attitude -- fun, carefree and totally friendly. I have lost count how many people i have fooled to think i am a Nepali. But all is well, and i am already friends with the auntie whom i frequent buying my daily supplies of water, coke and Surya - local cigarettes. She's also very nice, and understanding that i don't speak the local language. Just now, she introduced me to her husband which now adds to my friends list in the local community.

Also, the Gurkhas are also so much more friendly here than in Kakani. Once you go here, you will get a little paranoid because there are hundreds upon hundreds of Gurkhas stationed. Upon reading, i discovered that the countryside is a strong hold of Maoists. But, aren't the ones in government positions also Maoists? Anyway, i really salute these soldiers. I am such a big fan, and talking to some of them this afternoon is a dream come true. 

This morning, i decided to extend my stay as 2 days is definitely not enough time to explore Gorkha. Some people find it dangerous or even boring. I think otherwise. I love that there's so much to discover here. I have only scratched the surface. In this photo, this kid got curious about my GoPro that he totally photo-bombed my selfie which made this image so much more interesting.

Gorkha is situated on a hill, and below the municipality are rice paddies, stone houses, and vast mountain range. In one of the view points here, i could totally see Ganesh Himal on a clear day. Awesome! In the morning, one can see a sea of clouds similar to Tansen. I'll try to take a decent shot tomorrow, if i wake up early enough. Somehow, this makes me think how obviously blessed Nepal is in terms of natural beauty. I love the ocean, but in Nepal, i am in awe with the mountain views.

On my second night here, there's another wedding ceremony located in my neighborhood. Why is everyone getting married here? It's funny but unlike others, i thrill for local music so i consider it as my lullaby for the night. It's not even 9PM here and i am already yawning. 

I am excited to go back to Kathmandu in a few days, not for anything. I want to eat familiar food again. Take a good warm shower. Do my laundry. Get some of my other clothes which i left in my hotel in Thamel. And figure out where to go next. I still have about less than 3 weeks left before i fly to Thailand and then Brunei. I want to spend all my vacation days here in this country because there's no place like Nepal. 

P.S. I will try to man up and take photos of the people here. Everywhere i go, there's always a moneyshot. I hope the locals understand. I love them all. 

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Travel Notes from Narayangarh-Gorkha, Nepal

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After my unpleasant experience in Chitwan, i woke up early to prepare for my departure. The people at Holy Lodge are really one of a kind. They are the nicest staff of any hotel that i've ever stayed in Nepal. At 10AM, i asked for my usual Masala tea. Enjoying the cup overlooking the river cooled my head a bit.  I paid less than my estimate, which is good. This means that i will have more cash when i go back in the mountains. At around 11AM, i was already walking towards Sauraha Bazaar. A kind-hearted man, whom i met earlier, helped me find a ride. Instead of the bus going to Saura Chowk, i rode a motor cyclo and paid 50 rupees as it passed by Tandi Bazaar. I know the fare should be cheaper, but i am so done with arguing that i let it pass. I rode another bus heading for Narayangarh and met a guy who was dating a Cebuana. With a promise of helping him with some Cebuana phrases so can tell his sweetheart, he went down on the next stop. My stop was less than 5 minutes away. I got down and rode another "magic" mini bus for Pokhara Bus Park. This is where all the public buses and vans heading for Kathmandu or Pokhara are. Somehow, after riding too many public buses, those parked here are seated. You need to buy a ticket to get your seat number. Of course, i didn't know that. When i found out, i asked the man to help me get back my backpack, as i will be riding the next bus. By this time, the bus where i was seated is already full, so if i buy a ticket, i wouldn't get a seat anyway. The man got angry and shouted at me, threw my backpack to my face. 

I paused. I couldn't believe what just happened. It seems, my mishaps in Terai are never ending. I got back to the ticket counter and cooled off. I talked to the security personnel and told him what happened. He's frustrated that i was treated so bad. This man would later on become my guardian angel. 

I told him how much i love this country. I decided to spend 2 months in this country, foregoing my original plan to visit Bhutan and Bangladesh because my heart is in here. He may not have understood what i said, but i am pretty sure he understands how i felt. I am deeply hurt. 

He told me to calm down, and take a seat at the bench so i can relax. Initially, i wanted to leave my plan of visiting Gorkha because of what happened. If people from there are like the ugly man, then i don't want to go there. I was already thinking of going to Kathmandu, but my instincts tell me to pursue my plan of visiting Gorkha. 

He guided me to the bus ticket counter, and even helped me with my backpack. I am not a whiny backpacker, but my mind was literally on a blaze. I am thankful that he helped me ride the next bus, and got me seated right away. Before he left, he said some wise words that i have forgotten. "There will always be bad people. But there are good people, too."

And just like that, my faith in Nepal has been restored. The view on the left side of the bus heading towards Mugling was spectacular. The deep blue green river and pockets of white sand was just so inviting. The people in the bus i was riding was also the prettiest bunch. All look good looking. Even the old men and women seem like movie stars. Maybe, i was really destined to ride is bus. The four-hour trip didn't take a very long time. If only the seats were more comfortable, but i am not complaining. 

I am now sitting in my hotel here in Gorkha, listening to music all night long from our next-door neighbor who's getting married soon. It's called Hotel Prince. Obviously, it's not the best bet but some of the newer hotels are fully-booked. Why? I am paying 450 rupees per night here with no bathroom. It's a pretty big room, and the view of the valley is great. It is certainly not something i could write about, but i am thankful as these Buddhist siblings manning the place are very honest people. Surprisingly, there's a pool table at the basement. If only i was in the mood for it. Tomorrow, i shall see.

After a day of roller coaster emotions, and ride, my mind and body is tired. I need to retire for the day soon as i am planning a very early trip to the durbar square. Mind you, it takes a whopping 1800 steps to reach the entrance gate. Okay, i need all the energy i can save now. I'm keeping it real, and still very much in love with Nepal. 

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The Day I Went for a Canoe and Elephant Safari Trip at Chitwan NationalPark, Nepal

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Why did i even go here?

I am writing at the porch of my beloved guesthouse here at Sauraha called Holy Lodge. It's very cheap to stay here, at 800 rupees, i got a very big room with a balcony facing the river. You can't beat that. Other hotels may offer more expensive rooms with less atmospheric location, such as a garden and a dusty road. I chose this place solely for the location, never minding the less than glorious chipped off paint, and what seems to be old for Nepal standards. But the people here are so amazing. They look after me all the time, making sure i feel relaxed. I also appreciate that they call me every now and then when there's a rhino sighting by the river. These people know the meaning of hospitality, and i am not even a lousy and whiny guest. I take everything in stride. 

I didn't get the tour package from them, because i cannot anymore pay cash. I use my credit card now more often as i am saving every rupee i got so i won't be penniless in the mountains. I got the canoe + elephant safari trip from Hotel Parkside, supposedly Trip Advisor's #1 accommodations here at Sauraha. Although i couldn't review the room because i didn't stay there, i could give a few inputs as i spent the rest of my day there... waiting. Obviously, i am an odd number as i am traveling solo. So i was squeezed in to two sets of groups: one is a 20-person tour group from Poland, and second is a family from Nepal. 

I woke up early today. It was bright and sunny, as i open the window of my room. I usually check the sky as most mornings, everything's clouded by fog. Around 9AM, the sky becomes clearer, the warm rays of sun shining. I arrived 20 minutes earlier than the call time at 9AM because i don't want yo be the cause of the delay. At 10AM, after eating breakfast at the restaurant of the Parkside, i'm still stuck at the hotel. 

Finally, as expected, the Polish tour group arrived, and we're off to the Canoe Point. As expected, these tourists can't follow clear and simple instructions. In a crocodile infested river, you never dip your hands or worse, sway your hands to feel the water. That's what most of them did. It didn't help that that these people were constantly moving so the wooden canoe was always swaying back and forth. Today, i saw a couple of goats, a few king fisher birds, two baby crocodiles, one big mama crocodile and two snakes intertwined and obviously having sex. In addition, i saw piles of trash, a pair of sandals, two men bathing, and women washing their clothes. Yes. In a crocodile infested river, a few meters away from two snakes making love. The ride was uncomfortable, but i am not complaining about that. 

For a seemingly splendid experience as mentioned in guidebooks, i find it average bordering on less than average. If you would ask me, i won't do it again. I could totally use the time spent in the morning to something else. Heck, i even find the women harvesting on the river bed even more appealing. 


had about three hours break before the elephant safari ride scheduled at 2:30PM. I arrived back by the river in 20 minutes. That's how far Hotel Parkside is. As expected, the transfer to the elephant ride point only happened less than an hour later, now, with a Nepali family. They're overbooking, perhaps?!

When i got there, it was a quick jump to the wooden bench on top of the poor elephant. I was seated next two Chinese girls, and a very lousy Polish guy. The next thirty minutes was hell. And the rest of the hour and a half, my worse experience in Nepal so far. The Polish guy seemed to never liked the safari because he was talking the whole time, asking me, asking the Chinese girls, about all things besides Chitwan. It didn't help that he's making a total fool of himself asking us about different places, only to find out he's been there. Imagine that. What's the worse thing he could do? Halfway the trip, he talked to the mahout and tell him that we need to go back because he's with the tour group. I paid for this safari, too. Haven't you thought about that you're not the only person in the group? Did you even bother asking us if it was okay? Apparently, some people just lack the credence. Yes, you've been to Ibiza, French Polynesia and Mauritius, but none of that matters when you don't have manners. By the way, i saw six wild deers in a park supposedly littered with too many rhinos. Not a single rhino in sight. I picked one of the best months to visit, when leaves are cut down, and a good sighting is likely. Now, i feel bad again. 

When we arrived back, earliest of the group, i was annoyed to the hell and back. The driver asked me how was the trip. And explicitly, i told him " it was bad." And then, he asked me again, which i liked more --the canoe or the elephant safari. Again, in all honesty, i said, "none." 

The safari trip i had last August at Sri Lankan jungle was a mind-blowing experience. For wildlife, go there. Trust me. 

Back in the Philippines, one value we treasure is to save face. We don't want to put people to shame. But i wanted to get this feeling out of my system. I hated the day. 

UNESCO may have seen something in Chitwan National Park that's why they tagged it as a world heritage site, but let's be honest, it's not. Maybe, it's just me. Maybe, today was bad luck. Maybe, the rhinos didn't like me, Maybe, Chitwan doesn't like me. Ha! But i have to share my experience here. And nobody can say my decision to write this is wrong, because it's my experience. 

For a country i so loved the most, by far, the worst place I've ever visited is Chitwan. After visiting more than two dozen destinations in Nepal this trip, Chitwan is my least favorite. I won't be going back here ever. And if friends of mine ask me for recommendations, i wouldn't even dare mention this place. 

As previously written, the people here are also the least friendly people I've ever encountered. Lumbini is part of Terai, too. But i felt welcomed and loved there. Sauraha is also part of Terai. In here, I've been cheated a couple of times. The angry looking Gurkhas look at me like i am a criminal. And most of the people you will encounter on the streets are either selling you something, or even waiting to guide you around for an enormous fee. 

Today, I've spent an overpriced package at 5000 rupees for one of the worst days of my stay in Nepal. Sometimes, we experience these sort of instances so we can appreciate more valuable moments in our life. The most precious experiences of my stay in Nepal didn't involve money. My favorite places in Nepal weren't even part of the top destinations. I still love Nepal. I do. But let's just say, i would try to forget Chitwan, and that i even went here in the first place. I am not a fan of animals, but seeing some here and there would be delightful.

Now, i am back in my hotel. The kind staff told me a rhino is swimming by the river. I told him, "No thanks. Can you get me a Masala Tea, please?". I watched my last sunset of Chitwan -- the only saving grace of this place. After five days, Tomorrow early morning, i am leaving this place for sure. For sure. 

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Travel Notes from Sauraha, Nepal

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I have to be honest. My first impressions of Sauraha wasn't so good. It all started when i said goodbye to Jihoon as he's connecting to Kathmandu for his trek starting point at Jiri, while i am headed to central Terai for Sauraha, Chitwan National Park. Narayangarh is pure chaos. Admittedly, it's not even a tourist spot but simply a connecting point towards trips to Kathmandu, Pokhara and/or Terai region. 

I managed to ride a commuter bus with Yan, a Chinese girl i met at the bus from Lumbini. It was good that when i arrived, there was no one seated yet so i took the very first seat, and waited for more passengers. As we were about to leave, an old lady and her daughter entered the bus. Full of passengers, the daughter looked at me, and shooed me away. She didn't ask if she could take my seat for her mother. She shooed me away so she can seat. I found a vacant spot at the back of the driver and off we go. I know it's proper to give your seat to an old lady, but you could simply ask. I will oblige, but i felt really bad that i was taken for granted. I don't ask to be treated differently because i am foreigner. All i needed was some sort of courtesy. Obviously pissed off, we sped away, as we look at each other awkwardly. Only later, she discovered i am not a local. I looked at her straight in the eye. 

Less than an hour later, and dustful of smog splattered on my face, i was dropped off at Sauraha junction for another short ride bus to Sauraha Bazaar. It was full, but i managed like a pro and stood the rest of the trip. I asked the man in his teenage years how much is the fare. He said, "50 rupees". But i paid 20 rupees for an hour long bus ride earlier, and the trip to Sauraha bazaar is only a little over 15 minutes. I paid the man "50 rupees", and just let it pass. Then, i saw two local girls paid 50 rupees for the both of them. I asked them how much is the fare but they didn't look at me. It seems people here connive which makes things worse. By this time, i was really furious. I told the man that it's only 25 rupees but i paid 50. The whole trip was a disaster. I was really mad, and asked the man to return my change. In essence, 25 rupees costs nothing. Heck, i couldn't buy anything with that amount apart from some candies. But i was robbed. That is clear cheating. Jihoon and I were discussing a few days ago, how a couple of rupees difference here and there, and we'll let it pass. But asking to pay twice because we're foreigners is clearly unacceptable. I was dropped off in the middle of the bazaar, got my rucksack, and asked for my change. He gave me back my money, and we called it quits.

I am not angry at the man who collected money. I am sad that he did that to me. For someone who loves Nepal so much, i feel shattered that i experienced this. Who knows how many foreigner he has overcharged? 

I've been traveling around Nepal for more than a month now, and for the first time in my journey, i felt really mad. Suddenly, i didn't want to explore Chitwan anymore. I've been to the poorest of places around the Kathmandy valley, and even in Terai, but i have not encountered something like this. 

This day was the worst for me because i felt robbed, humiliated and discriminated. Suddenly, i miss the local guys at Changu Narayan who even paid for my trip going back to town. I miss Rukum and his family in Bandipur, for giving me huge discount so that i could stay longer. I miss the teenage guy in Tansen who gave me a lift to my homestay a couple of kilometers away, and he didn't ask for anything in return of the favor. It's not about the money, really. It's the fact that these people are honest, and treat me as their own family, one they will not steal from or cheat. I am not a rich person, and the past few days, my canned sardines and tuna, have been keeping me full. I don't have a lot of rupees now, but my heart has never been this rich. 

Yes, to say Sauraha was awful is an understatement. I don't want to judge the people here because of my first impression. But i feel that Sauraha and Chitwan, and the people living here, have been clouded by so much by western tourism. There is a sense, that money is everything here unlike in the valley where a smile is worth so much more than a hundred rupees. 

I don't want to leave Sauraha in a sour note, but i also can't wait to get out of this town. Obviously, Chitwan is a beautiful place and wildlife is amazing here, but for now, my impression has already clouded by optimism about this place. And as of this writing, this feeling has not been changed yet. 

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Travel Notes from Lumbini, Nepal

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I never thought that i will be coming back to Nepal this soon. Heck, i never thought that i will be visiting the birthplace of Buddha this trip. Somehow, the failed Bangladesh and Bhutan trip paved the way for me to visit Lumbini. Maybe, Buddha was trying his best to make me stay in Nepal so i can explore the Terai region, and visit his birthplace. Indeed, things happen for a reason. One afternoon spent around the compound of Maya Devi, Buddha's mother, was enough reward for me for staying in Nepal. I've been here in this country for more than a month now, and it seems there are still endless paths to cross, roads to discover, and people to meet. 

Lumbini exceeded my expectations immensely. From what people say, this city isn't so bad. I think it's a colorful place to visit -- Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists and Christians thrive in this southern metropolis, and the friendly kids, and lively atmosphere add a double punch to why people should visit. 

I stayed at a lodge called Lumbini Gardens, and for 400 rupees a night sharing with Jihoon, was definitely within my budget. The room is new, and hot shower is great. As always, electricity in this side of Nepal is bad as power cut offs happen more than five times a day, yet, who stays in the hotel the whole day?! The staff are friendly, and there's always a mosquito coil to keep us bite proof the whole night. Lumbini at this time of the year has perfect weather, if only some days seem cloudy and misty. It's highly recommended to walk around the village outside the main tourist hub. Go, and explore the different villages surrounding the complex. You will encounter mud houses, a troop of baby and adult goats, and a dozen of holy cows roaming around nearby rice paddies and ponds. 

Passing by colorful flowers set in a huge garden, your afternoon will be spent wisely by not hurrying. 

It's funny that prices in Lumbini vary. At one restaurant, french toasts costs twice as much as the other.  It's not necessarily cheating because prices are indicated in the menu. It just feels surprising that costs differ from restaurant to restaurant. 

Going back to Maya Devi Temple, i had to pay 200 rupees to enter which is not so bad considering that apart from the fact that this is a Unesco World Heritage Site, it's also the birthplace of Buddha.

The afternoon is really the best time to visit, when most package tourists have already left, and the air is more tranquil than manic. During the afternoon, monks would often congregate around the tree where Buddha was born. Here, i offered a lighted incense and circled thrice, each with a special prayer which i will keep to myself. Every step i made was simply magical. To be honest, the few minutes passed by so quickly without me thinking about it. I was getting into a sort of trance, as each time i pass by, monks would chant rhythms and prayers, so atmosphere was impeccable. A simple donation will not hurt, as there is no amount exceeding my innermost prayers. I took my time quietly, walking barefoot across the grounds. 

There are so many monasteries from around the world inside Lumbini Complex. From what i saw, Thailand looked the most impressive with its all white temple built on a vast array of land.

It has been a worthwhile experience visiting Lumbini, and thankfully, i was able to go here for a couple of days. While most tourists rush Lumbini because they have a package tour with Chitwan, it was good to travel around independently. In some days, i would take short naps in the afternoon, on some i walk around and get to know the friendly locals a bit more. 

After leaving Lumbini on an ungodly 6AM trip, i found myself even further down at a lower altitude. Here at Central Terai, i found myself on yet another Unesco World Heritage Site -- Chitwan. 

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Travel Notes from Tilaraukot, Nepal

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Sometimes, it is really not the destination but the journey that matters. The road to Tilaraukot is off the beaten. With no tourist infrastracture in sight, i was on a pilgrimage to where Buddha spent his 29 years of living. At12MN, he walked away from the comforts of his home to discover the world he did not know. It was at this moment, that he slowly began his path to enlightenment. 

After many bus changes, i found myself walking the rest of the four kilometers to Kapilvastu. It was an easy 5 minute rickshaw ride, but as they say, a pilgrimage should be taken slowly, every step reflecting the whats and whys i am doing it in the first place. So,i walked instead.

My experience along the way was an eye-opener for me. There on the road, i saw the the real Nepal--people stricken by poverty, mismanaged waste disposal, unpaved roads with too many potholes, and the allure of drugs to teenagers. I stumbled upon a shop that sells 5 rupee milk teas, and a couple of samosas. On the far end corner of the shop are men overlooking what will be the afternoon delight of most locals. Eager to discover the real Nepal, i made my way towards them. With surprising eyes, it was an easy one minute to introduce myself, as the Gurung Nepali from the Philippines. While everyone's smiling in amazement, i was asked if i could man the huge pot of Samosas. My travel buddy turned good friend, Jihoon, was there to snap a photo of how ridiculously impossible it was for me to stir the fried samosas like a pro. 

After a couple of minutes hanging out with these friendly locals, i continued my way to Tilaraukot with a promise that it will only take a couple of kilometers more to reach my destination for the day. I stumbled upon a Buddhist Temple being re-constructed, i stepped inside, and prayed. It's a personal belief of mine that regardless of any religion i am attributed to, i can pray to any God. I prayed to Buddha for a couple of minutes, asking for blessing as i journey towards his childhood hometown. 

After a couple of minutes more, i reached Kapilvastu. It was barren, with dead leaves in sight, obviously not regularly managed, and still under construction. But there, through the ravines of deserted wood branches, the excavated part of what used to be the house where Buddha grew up, was simply magical. I sat there, and continued to the rest of the house. At this point, my imagination has been up and down, and trying to find focus was not an easy task. It became clear to me that the tipping point to my pilgrimage was not Kapilvastu but the road going there, instead. 

Armed with friendly demeanor, i hitched a ride with a couple of medical students from Lumbini. I was dropped of at a nearby junction, and continued my trip back to Lumbini where i am staying for a couple of nights.

On my way to the bus park, a young girl approached me begging for money. In this day and age, a few pennies won't break my budget, nor will it affect my allowance for the day. But the fact is, the moment i give in to her plea, i will give in to her habit of begging. Although it is kindness that i preach, at this moment, i personally believe that i am not helping this little girl by giving her 5 rupees. If i did, i am helping her believe that money will come to her by doing nothing. She manages to touch my foot every 10 seconds. Walking faster than necessary to lose her, she walked faster as well, touching my foot more frequently.  I told the little girl to stop, because i might stumble and she might get hurt. After sometime, she left with no 5 rupees that tourists usually give her. It is at this moment that i knew i did the right thing. 

I rode the bus going back to Lumbini, in what must have been, the bus with the worst condition, i have ever ridden. Each break the driver makes, a steel frame from the bus roof slowly collapses. By this moment, my tired body, and broken spirit has gotten the best of me. This was the first moment of this trip, that i realized how much i miss home. But my journey has just begun. I knew this would happen sometime. It's inevitable.

In the greatest of Buddha's teachings, this was the perfect moment to embody what he says, "If you cannot help someone, at least don't hurt that person."

And so i believe, destiny has paved the way for me to walk the extra mile so i can discover the real purpose of this journey of mine. 

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