Showing posts with label bandipur. Show all posts
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Jun 19, 2017

Beautiful Bandipur!

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On a recent road trip to Kathmandu we stopped off at the gorgeous hilltop town of Bandipur, Nepal. Time seems to have stood still in Bandipur's winding lanes of beautifully preserved 18th century Newari houses. Despite its proximity to the epicenter of the 2015 earthquakes, Bandipur escaped with only minor damage and is a glimpse of living history.

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Landslide!

As mentioned in a previous post my husband and I were traveling on the East-West Prithvi Highway to Kathmandu when we heard the road was to be closed for four hours due to landslides. We decided to take a side excursion to Bandipur to have lunch and kill the time. Bandipur is located at the end of a steep and narrow but well paved 8km/5mile access road from the highway stop of Dumre.

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One of the newly restored temples with authentically painted decor. 
Bandipur has an interesting history. Originally part of the Magar kingdom of Tanahun, Bandipur was ruled from nearby Palpa. When Prithvi Narayan Shah conquered the Kathmandu valley in 1786 Newari traders began rushing to Bandipur. They took advantage of its malaria-free hill top location to develop it into a bustling hub along the lucrative India-Tibet trade route. The Newaris of the Kathmandu valley brought their culture and unique architecture to Bandipur where it has basically remained unchanged to this day. Bandipur is very much a mini-Kathmandu!

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Another beautiful temple.

Trading in Bandipur steeply declined in the 70's when the construction of the East-West Prithvi Highway bypassed the town. For technical reasons the highway was built through the Marsyangdi valley. No longer a vital trading post, ancient Bandipur was left isolated on top of a mountain. As a result of this poor accessibility, Bandipur lost it's importance as the Tanahun district government headquarters too. The tradesmen of Bandipur were forced to move down to the roadside bazaar of Dumre and the lowlands of the Terai. Slowly, Bandipur turned into a ghost town. The population declined considerably. The muddy track of a road to the town was only improved in 1998.

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Back of the library in the town square.
Above you see the sun-filled and cheery town square dotted with temples, traditional Newari homes, and a tiny library. With impetus and substantial help from the owners of the adventure company Himalayan Encounters and the Bandipur Social Development Committee the derelict homes and shops have been reborn as cafes and lodges. Temples and civic buildings have been pulled back from the edge of ruin and lovingly restored. All the original structures bear plaques stating their name, purpose, and date of restoration. It was an amazingly lovely day as you can see by the clear blue sky in the photos. Each building is adorned with pots and bowers of beautifully blooming flowers. Motorized vehicles have been banned from the area and the bazaars are filled with restaurant tables donning bright umbrellas. Except for the traditional Newari architectural motifs you'd think you're in an pristine alpine Swiss village!

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The fantastically restored library in the main square with it's hand-carved doors and windows of the native hardwood saal
Bandipur is absolutely immaculate.  If you look closely you can see rubbish bins discreetly and conveniently placed all over the village. There's a green bin near the left lower corner of the photo above. I mention this because in most of these antique Himalayan towns there is usually an open drain down the center of each road or square. This drain typically serves as an open sewer where everything from human excrement to noodle wrappers flows in plain view. (Just as you would have seen in any 18th century European metropolis.) Here they've strategically placed slate flagstones over the drain so you can no longer see it. No packs of stray dogs and various livestock loitering and pooping about town authentically either. Every's so shiny, neat, and beautifully restored I almost thought I was at some Disneyworld version of Nepal! Then I heard a familiar whack, a bloodcurdling screech, a horrific yowl, a rasping sputtering, and a prolonged hissing noise...

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This ain't Disneyworld! A goat was sacrificed at the nearby temple of a goddess. As I have been told many times by many Nepalis, "The goddess won't listen unless there is blood." And blood there was. A lot odf westerners don't seem to realize that blood sacrifice is a part of Hinduism. The head is taken into the temple shrine while the blood is left to flow in the courtyard. The carcass of the goat is eaten later. The lady in red is readying offerings of fruit and home-made sweets for the goddess. Lamps of ghee are lit inside the shrine. Kids, don't try this at home!

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The lady in the scarlet salwars proceeded calmly with the offerings of devotion as the goat still twitched. The man in tan was whom beheaded the goat with a single slash of a khukri. If you eat meat please be aware that this is where it comes from. Don't get all hasty and judgemental now. I know we hide and sanitize butchering in western countries but this is what really happens in abattoirs too.

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A tray of beautiful fruit for the goddess overlaid with crimson ribbons. I was trying to get a photo of the puja tray with it's 9 compartments that the lady was carrying. You can sort of see it to the left of the photo. 

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Anywho, there were a lot of signs advertising organic home stays. I'm not certain what exactly an organic home stay implies. Hessian-weave hemp bedsheets and a birdseed and yoghurt breakfast? I doubt I'll ever find out since the Sheikh is a 5-star hotel with a flatscreen and room service kind of guy.  

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And so we ate lunch at one of the little sidewalk cafes advertising organic fare. The new owner and head chef of the restaurant seated us on the shady back patio. Above you see the incredible view from our table. I sipped a delicious fresh mint lemonade and the Sheikh had his usual latte. We perused the menu whilst the new owner and head chef noisily and repeatedly informed us that everything on the menu was handmade, all natural, and he was trained at the very prestigious Radisson hotel in Kathmandu. We ordered a veg pizza as neither one of us was very hungry after our mid morning snack of momos in Dumre. We were served possibly the worst pizza I have ever eaten. It was one of those pre-made frozen dough disks topped with a little ketchup, a sprinkle of grated yak cheese, raw onion slices, and tinned jalapeno peppers. The prefab pizza dough disk wasn't even completely thawed out much less cooked through. So we left. And my husband being an Indian had to tell the owner the pizza was terrible, exactly how a pizza should be properly made in the Italian manner with a fresh thin crust (etc. etc. etc.), and that he (the owner) talked too much. I wandered off slightly embarrassed to further peruse the town. 

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The panoramic vistas were stunning in every direction from this hilltop town of about 15,000 people. It was blissfully quiet with no vehicles other than handcarts present. Birds chattering and children playing in the distance were the only sounds. Villagers occasionally snored during their early afternoon siestas enjoyed in outdoor porticos and verandas. Narrow lanes and alleys of hand laid slate formed mazes twisting and turning along the ridges of old Bandipur. We saw a few tourists, hippies and hipsters mostly. The Sheikh looked puzzled at my delight in this little gem of a town:

The Sheikh: Why would anyone come here? There's nothing to do.
Me: Imagine if you lived in a noisy, dirty, crowded, and congested city like Delhi or Los Angeles. Wouldn't you love to come to a peaceful, quiet, and clean place like this for a little rest and relaxation?
The Sheikh: Oh. It is very pretty here.

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Despite what the Sheikh says there's lots to do around Bandipur. Opportunities for day hikes include a visit to a silk farm to the west of town, a downhill trek to Siddha Cave (the second largest cave in South Asia), a walk through the Raniban (queen's forest), or observing rural village life in rustic Ramkot which is just an hour's stroll away. Bibi would be thrilled to live out her natural born days on a sunny half acre of land gardening her heart out here. As long as she had a flush toilet. And internet access. Probably at least 6 hours of electricity too. The Sheikh says that ain't happening. Oh well.

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The flowers in Bandipur were spectacular and everywhere. Above you see a unique strain of hibiscus that nearly every Bandipurean had in their garden. The photo doesn't do it justice. Searing high noon sunlight isn't ideal for photographing richly saturated colors. Each bloom was nearly nine inches across and faded from a brilliant cerise pink at the edge of the petals to a coral red at the center. The throat was a deep maroon highlighted with pure white. Most of the hibiscus shrubs were huge - about the size of small trees.

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Mauve is Bibi's favorite flower and so I had to take a photo of this dahlia. Most of the dahlias on display were not quite dinner plate size and more of the cactus variety. Isn't that color divine! Dahlias always rot in my garden. We don't really get a full day's worth of sun in any spot in our flower garden so I think that may be the problem.

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Did I tell you that the flowers were beautiful? And Bibi's favorite color is mauve? I did? It's for true! Bandipur is not yet a well known tourist destination. I would highly recommend this picturesque town to anyone who wishes to see what old Kathmandu was like before it became a grubby, crowded, noisy 3rd world city. Just don't order pizza. ;)

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That's all kids!

As the month of Ramadan starts, speak respectfully, treat others kindly, walk modestly and pray sincerely. May Allah bless you and your family.

Bibi
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