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Wed – Sat, 5/19.  Poor connectivity to the internet.  No pictures yet.  Flew to Pokhara (30 minute flight vice 6 hour drive).  City is Nepal’s second largest and a key recreation mecca.  Met mountain guide and had lunch with a lake view.  Drove 90 minutes (about 25 miles) to trekking start.  A few miles of the road was detoured to literally a river bed (with flowing water) while they repair a section of the road before the monsoon season.  Roads are better than Kathmandu, but only marginally.  At no time did we exceed 30 MPH.  Fortunately, no earthquake damage.

The trek was easy.  Mostly a dirt road.  Walked through one village with an outdoor seamstress and blacksmith shop.  Saw a white-faced monkey.  We arrived at the resort with little interruptions to point out birds.  (Our leader is an avid birder.)  The lodge is new, with two-roomed cottages spread over on side of the large, deep valley.  It was cloudy most of the time so we didn’t get the benefit of a view of the massive Himalayan mountain range.  Power, hot water, no wifi.  Booze.  Lots of birds.  (I’ve become aware that every meal for the past six weeks have been slow, leisurely affairs, which I normally abhor.  Now that I’ve noticed, they are now irritating.)

Thursday involved a hike to an upper village and medical clinic.  Friday had us hiking to a lower village and small school.  Due to light rain the leeches came out.  Bug spray on feet, then socks, then shoes.  Salt applied also.  A few people got bit anyway.  I did not.  

Upper village is nearly disappearing.  Only 80 inhabitants.  Mostly women are around, as men are looking for work in the cities or overseas.  (The Middle East employs a great number of Nepalese (male and female) people at reduced wages.  Fraudulent employment agencies are a risk.)  The women tend the fields and wild stock.  (Sanjeev admitted that even when the villages were filled with men, the women did most of the work.  The men sat around and got drunk.)  One woman manages a run-down museum for tourists.  There are a number of local resorts, though it seems that ours is the only one active this week.  The clinic is housed in a small building with very limited supplies and a staff of four.  Three of them commute from Pokhara!  About a 150 minute drive and hike, each way.  There are village clinics throughout Nepal.  This clinic services three villages, none approachable by car.  While we were there a meeting of about 17 midwives gathered.  That number seemed like overkill for such a small community.

The small school is below the lower village and has only 25 students, all below grade 6.  There were two other schools in the area for older children.  Four teachers (two paid).  Uniforms.  They’d won an award in 2017 as the best small village school in the region.  The head teacher (lives 90 minutes away, on foot) was very capable and carried an air of confident authority inconsistent with the size of the school.  She’d like to expand her nursery school from being just a shed and try to get internet access.  

The lower village had rebuilt itself to be a living museum.  We toured the basket makers, loom operator, seamstress, cook, “mayor”, goatherd, etc.  We also met an old man who had served as a Gurkha soldier in the British Army.  Had lunch, including their version of alcohol and water buffalo jerky.  Small collection of locally-made items for sale.  There was dancing.  

On the last morning the clouds parted a bit and we finally got a view of the Annapurna Massif, home to the world’s tenth tallest mountain and one of only 14 mountains over 800 meters.  There are peaks named Annapurna South, I (the highest), II, III and IV.  It reputedly has the highest death-to-successful climb ratio on Earth.  We were able to see Annapurna South.  Clouds still covered much of the scenery, so we didn’t get the full impact.  Pretty impressive though.  

On Saturday we trekked back to our bus and retraced our route back to Pokhara, including a ride in the riverbed.  (Motorcycle sped past at an improbable speed, axle deep in water. With a passenger!)  Saw farmers using water buffalos to plow their small fields (with, no doubt, a smartphone in their pockets).  They take advantage of the monsoon season to grow rice. 

Pokhara is on the shore of a large lake, which Sanjeev was keen on taking a boat ride, rain notwithstanding.  We rebelled, saying tomorrow’s another day.  Nice new hotel.  Long street of souvenirs, outfitters, tour offices, hotels, bars, etc.  All in English.  I stepped into a bar after dinner because the live band was playing a favorite Eagles song, then hung around.  At ten, the band folded up their show to make room for a live telecast of a championship soccer game between Chelsea and Manchester United.  Standing Room Only.  I departed.

Tomorrow we tour the city (and maybe do a boat ride).  The next day we begin a rafting adventure for three days.  No wifi, no power. 

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Tue, 5/15.  Early morning trip to the airport for a sightseeing flight to Mt. Everest.  Very disappointing.  Windows were scratched up and there was haze.  My pictures on the commercial flight from Kathmandu to Bhutan were much better.  But you roll the dice with opportunities like this one.

After a late breakfast, departed to the Pashupatinath Temple, where cremations are performed along the Bagmati River.  Interesting.  There is a nature preserve nearby with spotted deer and those rascally monkeys.

Next came a drive to Bhaktapur City, on the outskirts of Kathmandu.  Though heavily damaged by the earthquake, city officials have been successful in making the traditional sites worthy of tourism.  Clean! Lots of evidence of damage.  Had a great lunch in an ancient pagoda-like building, on the third floor.  Not where I’d want to be in the event of another earthquake.

After returning to our hotel we were treated to a surprise presentation by a women (Maya Gurung) who has climbed Everest with six other Nepalese women.  They’ve since climbed the tallest mountain on all the continents.  Read about them at sevensummitswomen.org.

Tomorrow we fly to Pokhara and trek to a mountain lodge for three nights.  No wifi.  Barely any electricity.  “If we have hot water I’ll be amazed” says Sanjeev.  Visiting villages and a school.  Trying our hand at farming.  I’ll be going dark until Saturday.

You can’t see anything from the cockpit. Not encouraging.

Nice picture of a mountain. Not Everest.

Champagne on the flight.

Too late!

More evidence of damage.

Prep for a cremation. This person was very popular.

Another form of transportation.

Lots of damage. Note that the shops are still open.  Buy stuff quickly!

A house crow.

The story is that she got married in the USA but wanted photos in her home town. People stared. She ate it up.

The person on the left helps pull the shovel up to dump the cement into the basket. The guy with the shovel is barefoot.

I think she’s a sidewalk merchant.

 

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Mon, 5,14.  Nine new members.  Team Leader Sanjeev.  One member has been on 32 Overseas Adventure Travel trips!  Her partner is her son, who appears my age.  All but two are doing tomorrow’s $220 flight to Everest.  (Yesterday eight sherpas reached the top in preparation of the season’s climbs.  We passed a statue of the first female sherpa to reach the top.)

Boudhanath Stupa is large.  Surrounded by shops run mostly by refugee Tibetans.  A nice variety of souvenirs for once.  Demo of painting.  Drive to Patan, a city adjoining Kathmandu.  Famous “Durbar Square” (Palace).  Lots of earthquake damage.  Lunch was dumplings containing water buffalo (“buff”).

Onramp, Nepal-style.

Boudhanath Stupa. The gold top was destroyed in the 2015 earthquake. Rebuilt.

Prayer candles (donations). Tibet uses yak butter. Bhutan Cow butter. Nepal? Vegetable butter.

I printed this photo for her. She was so excited!

Begs the question: There are Child Labour zones? Hope not.

Beams hold up buildings damaged by the earthquake.

They are rebuilding.

Progress.

The woodwork is incredible.

Companies spend millions on fancy fountains. Nepal uses a water bottle with holes.

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Sun, 5/13.  Flight from Bhutan to Kathmandu, Nepal.  Sat on the wrong side of the plane, so no view of Everest.  Getting through the Airport was a breeze, contrary to our warnings in Bhutan.  Small airport for a metropolitan population of 4 million.  Unusual rain, but it helped cool the place down, so I’m not complaining.

Nepal suffered a 7.8 earthquake in 2015.  The roads are therefore simply horrible, owing to the priority to rebuild housing and historic sites.  Construction work on the roads is very evident.  For the three months of monsoon season work is curtailed, so they’re racing against a deadline.

Hotel (Resort) is outside the city in a guarded area.  Has spa, golf, etc.  Plus a bar with an outdoor patio looking out into a courtyard.  I was having peaceful alone-time for the first time in a week, slowly consuming a burger, my first piece of solid meat also in a week.  Suddenly a monkey scampered down a rain gutter and grabbed the remaining half of the burger.  Shocked laughter by everyone.  I remember saying “be my guest” as it retreated back up the pipe.  I shouted to a (laughing) security guard “Where were you?”  The staff immediately offered to replace the burger, while I moved to a table further from the outdoors.  Welcome to Nepal.

I spent the balance of the afternoon doing nothing at all.  The remaining members of the Nepal tour arrives tonight.  Tomorrow we begin touring, with a visit to a temple.  I am very, very tired of temples, but I believe this will be one of the last.  Most of the Nepal tour is about nature and farming.  I hope.

The monkey looked like this: (without the baby)

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Sat, 5/12.  (The first six photos are from Friday.  Wifi issues yesterday.)

Climbed to Tiger’s Nest.  Honestly, just Google “Tiger’s Nest Images” and you’ll see excellent photos but miss the reality of being here.  The climb was steep, rough, and absent of oxygen.  That last one was the operative issue for me.  Hard to breath.  A little bit of dizziness.  The climb up begins at the altitude that the Grand Canyon’s climb down begins at.  Overall though, it’s very gratifying to do.  Impossible to imagine how (and why) the Temples were built.  There is more than one temple in the complex, which do not follow any architectural consistency.  Very serious about proper dress and photos (none).

Basic method to repair road damage.

Wildlife alongside the road.

The Gap again. Fog.

Bhutan Wine. Not bad!

This is paint. Not wallpaper.

Prayer sheet. They are everywhere.

How Bhutanese dress for climbing. (Not really. Only a few.)

The nest is in the distance.

Cultural Show.

The Yak Dance. The main attraction at traditional local celebrations.

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Fri, 5/11.  Long drive from Punakha to Paro.  Cloudy.  Visited another temple and dzang.  The dzang, centuries old, is now used as an administrative office for the district plus a monastery.  Spent time on the souvenir street, with what smelled like an open sewer on both sides.

It’s occurred to me that my assumption that Mongolia was the most back-and-beyond place on earth is false.  Bhutan is.  No foreign businesses beyond coke.  Stores don’t even have Pringles.  Certainly no KFC.  Besides the obvious allowances for cars (Suzuki and Hyundai mostly) and cell phones, this is a county living largely on it’s own product.  India is obviously a prime supplier.

We’ve had community meals and group events all week.  Companions are all great people, but they talk all the time.  (Two, from Oregon, are new age old folks.  Cannot believe I’ve never used marijuana, which rows wild here!)  My social anxiety is flaring up, even though there are only four of them.  I need a meal on my own.  Nepal will, I hope, have more individual time.

Tomorrow we climb up to the Tiger’s Nest.  It’s the prime reason to visit Bhutan.  Should be fun.

“Cake”, for Temple decoration.

Two young monks with our Team Leader. His brother is a monk.

Wild Weed. Our Oregon companion is ecstatic.

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Thurs, 5/10.  Connecting with the populace.  Short hike through farmland to the Fertility Temple, founded by the “Devine Madman” (Drupka Kunley) built in 1499.  Drupka was focused on releasing Buddhists from conservative thoughts.  Slept around.  Etc.  Made friends along the way by taking the pictures and printing them.  Plus one balloon.

Next was the family of a working farm, though their farmland is in pieces throughout the valley.  Bureau of Health recently forced them to move their animals to a separate shed from their first floor.  So it was mostly just a house.  The still for making alcohol is on the first floor now.  Relatively large room is dedicated to prayer and meditation.  They have a microwave that the 74 year-old aunt prefers over traditional cooking.  Ara, the national (red) rice wine, is good, though it doesn’t taste like sake.  Popcorn!

Next was a picnic lunch, complete with server, tables, silverware and cloth chair covers.  The prepared food was about the same. No hot dogs on a stick over an open flame for guest Americans.  The delivered equipment didn’t include legs for the plastic tables, so when a taxi rapidly pulled up I deduced that “Here come the table legs”.  Everyone though I was joking, but I was correct.  Proud moment for the reputation of the NCIS.

Walked a short way up to a Nunnery.  About 120 nuns in training.  It’s new but very successful.  Grandmother of the Queen lives next door.  The girls have heads shaved and look very androgynous.  We had a Q&A with one.  Very informative.  Impressively well thought out opinions.

Last adventure of the day was a visit to a poorer part of Bhutan.  Everyone pleasant, but very run-down homes, uneven alleys, questionable power and water.  Kids went mad over the balloons.  Men are mostly away at small jobs (or attempting to get jobs).  We discussed with Chen that if we’d known the condition better in advance we could have bought more gifts.  Even fruits and veggies would have helped.

An interesting day.  (My day began at midnight, when I woke to the overwhelming smell of urine.  Applied cologne to mask the smell.  The next morning I noticed a few cows sitting just below my room.  Mystery solved.)

Farmers. Nice background shot of cow.

Wife and aunt.

Cooking the wine.

Ara wine.

Picnic, Bhutan-style.

Nunnery stupa.

I have a more serious photo, but this one captures the youthful emotion that was prevalent outside the temple.

Technology (wind turbines) captured between poverty.

Still proud of their flowers.

 

 

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Wed, 5/9.  Rain to begin, but it ended early.  Drive was curvy with light traffic.  Would have been fun on a MC.  As with New Zealand, center line (when it was there) was mostly dotted, even for curves.  Cows again.  Driver is excellent.  Lots of stupas at the gap (highpoint).  View was better than we expected, but a view of the highest unclimbed mountain in the world world was limited.  Meditation caves were interesting.  “Bucket List Adventures” stickers on motorcycles!  Royal Enfield bikes.

Punakha was the country’s capital until the 1950s.  Largest remaining dzong (fort) in the country.  Though imposing in size and very beautiful, it wasn’t much of a defensible fortress.  Long suspension bridge (160 meters) was fun.  Country is filled with small and large fields.  Crops are rotated, but all are capable of being a rice paddy.

Lodging is basic, which we’re sharing with a lot of Indians, with loud children.  For once I’m in a country where the worst tourists aren’t Chinese, according to the Guides.  “Too make Indians happy, don’t take them to temples.  Let them soak their feet in rapid flowing, cold, clean(!) water and they’ll be thrilled.”  Honest to say, they are just fine, though noisy.

Chen showed us how he wears the traditional outfit.  A lot more complex than if sounds.  The robe is in fact ankle length, but cinched up from the back and secured with the wrap-around belt.  Complicated touch-only adjusting.  Makes getting a tie even look infantile.  It appears that the women’s equivalent is easier.

Dinner was the best we’re had.  Wifi is spotty.  View would be nicer if there weren’t a very new town across the river.  Plus the barking dogs.

My tiny printer is a big hit.  I haven’t made a balloon yet.

Our driver is in the center.

Dogs. Everywhere. Sleeps all day, barks all night. Everywhere.

Rain.

All business. Good.

I could happily sit in here (especially in rain) and contemplate the meaning of life.  A very nice view, though deep in the trees.

Hard to see, but tallest unclimbed mountain in the world. A holy place, so Bhutan issues no permits.

Note the robe. Besides the safety and comfort issue, it’s chilly here!

Many corners in the road have a stupa or more. Flags are family-based prayers.

 

Yes, those are wild beehives. They leave ’em until they fall. Chen recounted one instance of retreating monks after one collapse.

 

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Tue, 5/8.  Many sights in a small area.  Heavy traffic in a city with population 70,000.

A gigantic Shakyamuni Buddha statue dominates the skyline.  169 feet tall, containing 125,000 buddhas.  Some of a little bits of the complex are still under construction.

Takin (national animal) Preserve is more to benefit the takin than tourists.  They were all lying down far from the fences.  Weird looking animals that scientists still can’t quite categorize.

Got a hillside view of the country’s government buildings.  Alongside was the King’s “Palace”, which is modest in the extreme.  The perception that a cornerstone of Bhutan is humility and fairness is reinforced.  (Bhutan’s low international grades for the forced removal of non-Bhutanese citizens becomes even more inconsistent.  I plan to ask Chen about this subject eventually.)

Textile Museum.  This is the fifth textile place I’ve seen in two years. (Navaho, Japan, Morocco, China).  I still am unsure how it works.  I need a slow motion video.  Weaving in Bhutan is very very detailed and the techniques vary by location.  A proud heritage.  Material ranges from silk to yak hair.

Small paper making factory. Used mostly for religious text.   The most interesting thing of the day for me.  Unlike industrial paper mills, no stink.  I actually think I understood the process.  Bought some.

Tour of school for the arts.  It’s essentially vocational training for students who fail to pass the nationwide advancement exams after 10th grade.  The extreme (and mandated) artistry of the country’s architecture seems to assure the students’ lifelong employment.

Strolled along entrepreneur row, each selling Made in Bhutan goods.  Largely textile products ranging from small bags to beautiful boots.

Dinner had some actual beef!  I stayed far away from the chili cheese.

Stupa built in 1974. More closely similar to those in Mongolia than Tibet.

$200 Million project. Not quite finished. Very large (people are barely visible).

An attempt at false perspective. The statue is about 12 feet tall.

Finishing some of the carving/painting.  Clay/sand composite.

Hand and camera is on his side of the fence.

Takin, the national animal. Undefined species. Maybe 150 yards away, through a fence. Much closer at the San Diego Zoo.

Soaking tree bark in water. Afterwards, it’s cooked for 5 hours.

Grinding the softened bark into pulp., then blended with water and vegetable starch.  The solid components are shifted into into thin sheets.

Pressing a stack of wet paper, squeezing out the water. When finished, it’ll be about a quarter the height.

Drying individual sheets.

Entrance to Arts School.

Hard at work, learning to draw. A buddha.

A student with our team leader.

This is about the only building in the city that doesn’t confirm to traditional architecture.

Traffic management.

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Mon, 5/7.  Met the four members of the Nepal Tour that are doing the Bhutan extension.  Nice folk.   Lots of experience.

Woke at 2 AM.  Left hotel at 3.  Flight departed 6:30.  Stopped at Kathmandu, which placed us closer to the Himalayas for the final leg to Paro, Bhutan.

My seat was on the left.  Perfect weather for viewing the Dome of the World.  Everest was within touching distance.  I took pictures for four others on the flight.  Arrived at Paro Airport, which because of hills requires a jog left then right to line up on the airfield.  Altitude of 7,300 feet, but after Tibet, child’s play.  Team Leader (Chen) is excellent.  Understands questions and gives very articulate answers.  Wears the tradition garb of a Bhutanese, as do most others.  Knee length bathrobe with his socks and shoes.  Women wear ankle length bathrobes.  “Bathrobe” is a rough description.

The drive to the capital was on slow, winding roadway, with a few cows.  Only recently widened to a full two lanes.  Thimphu, unique in the world’s capitals, has no airport and no traffic lights.  Traffic Police conducts traffic with a flare.  Also no smoking.  Bhutan is the only country to ban all public smoking.  They are concerned with too many cars, so there is a hefty import tax.  Very few motorbikes due to monsoons and winter.

Watched some archery practice, their national sport. Required to wear traditional clothing (often over pants).  140 meters away from a target less than half a meter round.  They didn’t hit it much, but they were always close. Both modern ($1,000+) bows and traditional bamboo bows are used.  Gambling goes on.  Occasional drinking.  Archery is the only Olympic event that Bhutan has ever competed in.  Legend has it that their first ruler shot an arrow in Tibet in order to find and establish Bhutan.  Signs at the shooting range warn that over-shooting the target (and thus reaching the tennis courts) subjects the person to potential accidental homicide charges.  Begs the question; who would use the tennis courts?

Food consists of a host of vegetable choices and one meat dish.  Spices. Spicy spices.  At lunch I had a vegetable dish that I’d rate 6 out of 10 on the heat scale.  At dinner I had one string bean with the tiniest amount of spicy cheese attached.  12 out of 10.  I’m done with trying spicy food.  Spice 1, me 0.

Chen has warned us that dogs bark all night.  A note in the room warns of the same.  Earplugs provided.  I’ve the advantage to being deaf in one ear.

Not Everest.

Not Everest.

Everest.

At least he’s on the correct side of the road.

The King and Queen. The father abdicated in 2008 to bring young blood into the picture.

Waaaay down there are the archers.

The tiny target is here. Even at 140 meters, they need two hands to pull out the arrows.

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