Thursday, October 29, 2015

The 411 on Nepal

October 29, 2015
Currently: Sitting 100 yards away from a rhino chewing grass under the stars. Well played, Rhino Lodge. Well played.

Bye bye Bhutan! Hellooooo India! The change between Bhutan and India is immediate. You cross that border, and you know you're in a different country. Bhutan was its usual beautiful self. India was hot, stuffy, loud, crowded, dirty, and cheap. And I gotta say... I missed it! Lunch was crispy, warm-in-your-belly, satisfying samosas off the street. Which, just to mention, cost a whopping $0.14. But our stint in India was short lived ;(. Within twenty hours of leaving Bhutan, we had entered and left India for Nepal. Before I get into the cultural traveling bit I usually write about, I have to dedicate a bit of time to an introductory explanation into Nepal's political and economic climate. The country is going through some pretty serious riots. Plus a national fuel shortage. And don't forget the devastating earthquake that shook the country in April. But to truly understand the story, we have to back up a little.


*Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Nepalese politics and am giving a quick overview of incredibly complex issues. Much of this information comes from personal experience, stories from my Dragoman tour guides, and online news articles. Please let me know if I've made any misrepresentations or mistakes.

In 2006, the government began to shift into its current state when the king finally yielded to national demand and restored parliamentary democracy. That parliament then promptly voted to reduce the king's power to that of a figurehead and essentially ended the 200+ year monarchy. The big problem now is parliament has recently signed in a new constitution, and particular groups (read: Indians) are not happy. The new constitution restricts Indian access to residency. Indians, especially those currently living in Nepal, view this as blatant discrimination. One particular region within Nepal has resorted to violent rioting tactics. Seven police officers, a two-year old, and three protestors have already lost their lives because of this violence (read more here). The evidence of these riots is present in what seems like half of the buses. Rioters throw rocks at buses transiting from the border to Kathmandu, so it's become incredibly common to see entire front windshields missing or with broken windows.


Not an uncommon sight (and thanks to Dutchie for the photo!)

In an effort to increase the safety of this route, police stop all transportation going through the region until nighttime. Around midnight, police then lead convoys of all buses, trucks, and cars. These convoys race through the night, spending 5-6 hours careening down potholed streets and passing each other dangerously. And unfortunately for the Drago group, that road was our only reasonable path to Kathmandu. Dutchie, our fearless truck driver, braved the convoy and drove Daisy through the night to meet us at Chitwan National Park by himself. I'm happy to report that no riots occurred and he and Daisy are both safe!

But worse than bus routes is the blockade India (allegedly, they are denying everything) has placed on entrance of fuel into Nepal. India has had a four decade monopoly on fuel into Nepal and is taking advantage of its position to punish those politicians in support of the new legislation. Nepal is only receiving drips and drabs of fuel at this point. Naturally, black markets have popped up and are charging three times the going rate. All vehicles have to wait in lines miles long for days at gas stations. 


One gas station with motorcycles waiting...and waiting...and waiting

It's gotten to the point where buses are once again allowing passengers to sit on top of the bus in luggage racks to make up for the far fewer bus rounds. This, of course, has been leading to higher fatalities in accidents. And fuel affects more than transportation of people. It dislocates the entire economy. In Kathmandu, restaurants have limited menus and are adding 10% charges onto food items to account for these higher prices. Kathmandu's streets are also eerily quiet for such a large city. This Daily Signal article is the best one I've found to clarify the entire situation in the broad context, specifically how these problems converge to affect the lives of the Nepalese.

Now, relations between India and Nepal are much, much, much more complicated than what I've outlined. The Kathmandu Post article, Impossible Dream, does a lot more justice to the situation and explains the complicated nature of that relationship. As of October 29, Nepal has signed a huge oil trade deal with China in an attempt to end its fuel shortage and cut off India's supply monopoly. Hopefully this deal will bring a sense of normalcy back to the country and the economy can begin its recovery process...once again. In much more positive news, I also wanted to mention the naming of Nepal's first female President. I'm excited to hear of her mission to create a gender equal society and remove historic patriarchal tendencies ingrained in the culture!

Needless to say, it's an interesting time to be in Nepal. It's all a part of traveling - be flexible and also aware of what's going on in the country. It's all a learning experience, but I'm glad to have been affected by this. It forces me to learn more about the country than I would have previously. And isn't that the whole point of traveling?

Lots of love,

Lena

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Bumthang & Then Some

October 27, 2015
Currently: Bemusing the quietness of Kathmandu's streets in the midst of the Nepalese fuel shortage

I'm dying to share about my day in Kathmandu today, but that'll have to wait until I finish my Bhutanese fairytale. I'll do a quick (ha!) review of the highlights of Bumthang and the rest of my time in that beautiful country.


But before we even get there, these Bhutanese roads need to be forever memorialized in this blog. To sum it up: people deserve a sticker, a trophy, something! for journeying them. We had to leave Daisy behind in Punakha and took mini buses with the bounciest of backseats (Kerry and I's butts could tell ya...). Trucks getting stuck sideways in the mud is not something unusual. Waiting an hour while tree branches get moved off the one lane and boulders get pushed over the edge is the norm. By the end of the trip, unplanned stops along the way weren't anything new. I just accepted the break from the bouncing by walking off the stiffness in my legs and taking bets on how long this one would take.



Bumthang (actually pronounced buhm-tang; affectionately called bum-thaaaaang by the Drago group) is a district located in Central Bhutan and is considered the cultural and religious center of the country. Despite pushback from the community, the king persuaded the Jakar town to keep all of its buildings historically accurate in an effort to preserve the country's culture. That basically means that no modern buildings can ever be built within the city, which is great for tourists who love taking pictures of really old things. Guilty as charged.

The main street of Jakar

And here comes the best surprise. Normally people plan years in advance to be able to attend a Bhutanese festival, and we just so happened to be in town for the beginning of the three-day Jakar festival. These festivals are essential to Buddhism because the very act of watching the dances is a way to obtain liberation from sins and earthly ties. These festivals serve as active reminders to lead a moral and honest life. The Jakar festival was one that explains the story of Guru Rinpoche (or Padmasambhava) who performed these dances to ward off the evil spirits to restore the health of the king. This king was so grateful that he later spread Buddhism throughout Bhutan...which to put it lightly, is the basis for everything the country breathes, thinks, and acts. But let's just get to those pictures. Yes, I'm shamelessly keeping your attention through brightly colored things.



The rest of the time in Bumthang was checking out beautiful temples and monasteries like the Kurjey Lhakhang (KL for short). This place built around 1650 (yeah that old!) houses the body imprint of the sacred Guru Rinpoche. Its unassuming presence tells little of its significance as the first place that he visited in Bhutan. To date, it is considered the earliest relic of Buddhism in Bhutan. The middle temple was built in 1900 and the furthest left temple was built recently by order of the elder Queen herself!
KL is all the way on the right!

Side note. Archery is kind of a big deal in Bhutan.

Onwards, we squeezed in a visit to the Trongsa Dzong - yes, another one of those. But this dzong is spectacular because it's the biggest in the country. Also it's beautiful. Also it's nestled in mountains with a pretty insane drop-off. So there's that.
From a distance
Monks going off to a daily pray sesh

And more onwards, we end up bush camping a night near Gangtey so we can get a bright, early start on the Shasila Trail. This trail left some sore knees and bruised toes, but I'd say it was worth it. We got to see the most amazing views and enjoy a much needed stretch of time in fall weather. And now I get to say I've hiked in the Himalayans!

 the beginning of the hike
celebrating the views from the top

Last stop: Paro. And only because it hosts the most amazing site you will see in Bhutan. Google Bhutan and you will find pictures of Paro Taktsang or Tiger's Nest. It is by far it's biggest attraction and there's good reason for it. It's a sacred monastery literally built into the side of rocks. Legend has it that Guru Rinpoche (same guy, very very important fellow) flew to this location on the back of his Tibetan-wife-turned-tigress. He meditated here for three years, three months, three weeks, three days, and three hours back in the 8th century and emerged in eight incarnated manifestations. So, this place is a pretty big deal.
But first you have to climb up. And I do mean up. Like 2,500 feet up. Below you'll see where we began, and the white bit in the middle mound above the clouds is where we ended up.
But of course in classic Bhutan style, it was gorgeous going all the way up, so even with all the huffing and puffing, we didn't stop admiring the wonders! It didn't hurt that we got biscuits and tea on the way up and lunch on the way down. Not a bad last day in Bhutan.

So that's all folks. For real. You made it through all of my cultural and historical exultations on the wonders of Bhutan. Our final hours in Bhutan spoiled us rotten. Blue Poppy, our tour company host, gave us a cocktail party and a magical performance of 10 traditional Bhutanese dance/songs presented by a local Paro band. It was the perfect end to a perfect stay in the perfect country. I'm sad to have left, but ready to continue on in my journey across these countries. I already have plenty of stories for my next post on Nepal.

But for now, cheers to Bhutan! If you take anything away from my blog it should be this: GO TO BHUTAN.

Okay, I've said my peace. Thanks for reading, once again!

Lots of love,
Lena

Friday, October 23, 2015

Punakha: Royalty and Humbleness All Wrapped in One

October 23, 2015
Currently: Lounging on the balcony in Wangdue listening to the roar of a river anxiously awaiting dinner

So going off grid for four days is amazing. Except for the status of my blog. So I'm going to try to get all of the highlights of my time in Bhutan so far without a) missing anything important, b) losing any fun stories, and c) boring you (and future me) with unnecessary details.

We left Thimphu behind in a dusty retreat and headed to Punakha, the old capital of Bhutan until 1955. The most spectacular part of the drive was one of the passes. I'll let the picture speak for itself.
Also, the peaks below are from that view. Just to provide some perspective: 7,000 meters is equivalent to about 23,000 feet. Like I said, making those Rockies look like the junior league! Pro tip: click on any picture to make it bigger :)

Onwards to Punakha, we finally arrive in this most picturesque valley.
I know. I don't lie. Well around a couple more bends, we end up staring in the face of one of the most beautiful structures I have ever seen. Seriously. Ever. I couldn't believe it was right in front of me, and I was so happy we had to wait five minutes at the spot where the picture below was taken because of some random classic Bhutanese road block (most likely two trucks trying to squeeze by each other). This one has to be a little bit larger than the others so you can appreciate it just a smidgen as much as I did in real life. I'd highly recommend seeing it in person though. As always, a picture cannot truly capture the surroundings, the moment, or the feeling completely.
Now this fabulous fortress is called the Pungthang Dewachen Phodrang or the Palace of Great Happiness or the Punakha Dzong. It's so incredible, it has three names. It is truly the most beautiful fortress of Bhutan. It's the second oldest and second largest dzong in the country. Dzongs are fortresses that house everything important from religious temples to administrative headquarters to social centers. What gets me is the detail and attention given to every surface within this place.

 in the olden days, they used to remove those steps for protection against enemies
some detail of the fading artwork

One of the best parts of this day even with the beautiful dzong was our homestay. We had the opportunity to spend an evening and morning with a local Bhutanese family. The entire night, a group of us badgered the son of the owners, Kinrab, with dozens and dozens of questions. 
Meet Kinrab outside his family's home, a young computer scientist who studied in India for a few years before heading back to Thimphu, Bhutan to search for a job.

It was so amazing to have a conversation (mostly one-sided) with someone so open and friendly. I'm learning that's just the Bhutanese way! We asked about all aspects of life from religion to politics to his family's background. I am so grateful for Kinrab for taking the time to talk to us and share not only his family's stories, but also his honest opinions. My favorite story of the night definitely had to be the one where he explained the different employment opportunities in his village. He mentioned an astrologer, whose purpose is to let people know when is a good day for travel or marriage or even planting crops. Funny enough, that job has become obsolete with the advent of phone apps that are created by the most well-respected Buddhist astrologers in Bhutan. Oh, technology... Okay one taste of the more rural side of Bhutan.


Already this is too long so I'm going to end it here for now. Still two days behind, but truly enjoying recounting everything. Hope you all get some enjoyment out of it as well!!

Lots of love,

Lena

Thimphu: The Happiest Capital in the World

October 20, 2015
Currently: Sitting in bed at a farmhouse after a long day's drive to Central Bhutan

Bhutan has stolen my heart. It's going to be incredibly difficult to describe (I think I say that too much!) but I'm going to try my best! And cheat by using lots of pictures. Almost everyone on the trip chose the Kolkata - Kathmandu trip specifically for this country. We entered Bhutan and immediately there was a noticeable change. No more obscene horn honking, no more stress, no more staring. Okay, there was still staring. But it wasn't an intrusive stare, but a curious friendly one. The people didn't make a spectacle of foreigners' presences. They just go about their daily routine. The landscape also drastically changes. Bhutan lies solely within the confines of the Himalayans while India lies at the edge of the plains. The country is pretty small, home to just 700,000 people. Even though its square mileage isn't big, the infrastructure leaves something to be desired. And with Daisy (yes, we name our truck)... well she tends to take up the entire road. We spent one night in Phuntsholing before heading straight to Thimphu, the capital. Thimphu can only be pronounced a big town with lots of sideways alleys and hidden passages. Fun fact: all medical expenses are free. For everyone. Including foreigners. WHAT?! The Brits kept laughing at me when I tried to pay for my medication. We Americans aren't used to this idea of "free healthcare" quite yet.

Our full day tour in Thimphu with our local guide, Pema, included:



Changangkha Lhakhang (say that five times fast. or even just once) - temple where parents visit to receive names of their newborns from the deity Tamdrin
 Motithang Takin Sanctuary - takins are a part of a classic Buddhist story where a goat and a cow have been thrown together to create a new animal that now serves as Bhutan's national animal
 Viewpoint of Thimphu filled with prayer flags and a short hike out to a village
 The Royal Fortress (next few pictures)
Buddha Dordenma - the largest sitting Buddha statue in the world sitting pretty at 52 meters, and I'm counting it as a future world wonder (which means it's one I've got on ya, Sophie!)
Weekend Market
National Memorial Chorten - Thimphu's iconic stupa built in 1974 to commemorate the third king of Bhutan (they are currently on their fifth king to give you some context)
[imagine picture here, it was crazy dark so nothing turned out!]

Just from first impressions of Bhutan, everyone is already infatuated. The country is infused with Buddhism - and not that half-assed Thai Buddhism, but the real full-blown out Buddhism. [opinions of Pema, our tour guide! do not intend to offend anyone!]. To explain the difference between the two, he described Thai Buddhism as a small car while Bhutanese Buddhism is like Daisy (our monster truck, if you forgot). You see, Buddhism is in all aspects of their lives. Their entire lifestyle is based on the values and principles of their faith. And in my humble opinion, their faith takes the best parts of religion and never strays from them. The kings all seem to have the country's best interest at heart. The previous king stepped down to let his son rule and shifted the country from a monarchy to a constitutional monarchy despite protests from the people. You can tell how much they admire their king and I agree that the people seem to have been in luck to have such well-intentioned leaders. I'm curious to know how many of you knew this, but the country measures success a little differently. One of the kings (don't ask me which! too many history lessons muddled up my brain!) decided to ignore GDP and instead focus on the happiness of its citizens. He coined the term the Gross National Happiness and sends out annual surveys to villages across the country to measure how happy their people truly are. This is a great example of how Buddhism impacts the decisions being made, even at the highest level. And by experiencing everything we have so far, none of us are surprised at the high levels of happiness reported each year. You can tell how satisfied the people are with their government and their lives. So far the only negative we've heard is the high unemployment rate, but the government is working towards solving the solution and holding politicians accountable for their promises.

I could keep going but I won't for your sake... and mine! I'm already three big days behind on this thing. I'm sure my future post(s) about Bhutan will continue to revere this majestic place. While it may not be the happiest capital in the world, I still loved visiting Thimphu. If only we could have had more time there!

Lots of love,

Lena

Friday, October 16, 2015

Darjeeling: A Touristy Mountain Hideaway

October 14, 2015
Currently: Staring at the beautiful Bhutanese entrance stamp in my passport!


After an overnight train ride to Siliguri, we quickly pack into three vans to take on more Indian highways with the usual inane amount of honking and daring passes. We careen up streets that could only be considered one-lane roads in the US, narrowly passing everything from trucks to public transport vans to children walking home from school. Four rickety hours later, we arrive at 7,000’ only to find out our hotel made an error in booking and doesn’t have any availability! No matter because that hotel is connected to a much fancier hotel down the street that has plenty of space in its newly renovated rooms. We happily drink down the last of the tea (we are in Darjeeling after all) and chow down the last of the biscuits (yes, I’m surrounded by Brits) and head to our new accommodations. Despite the long travels, a few of us still had the energy to explore the town before sunset. Matthias, Jazz, and I happen upon the wondrous Mahakal temple. The place is overloaded with Tibetan flags hanging overhead and makes for this amateur photographer’s dream in the evening light.
flags on flags on flags

We wander around with Jazz and Matt filling me in on the history and practices of Buddhism. We end up meandering through the street stalls and decide on some delicious street food – some sort of savory veggie flaky pastry (name TBD) and veggie samosas. To describe in one word: delish! We polished off our night with some coffee and wonderful conversation.


The rest of Darjeeling flew by. We rented a van to explore all the city and its surroundings had to offer: a gorgeous Japanese peace pagoda perched on the mountainside, a questionable cable car ride over the Happy Valley tea plantation, the well-oiled machine that is the Tibetan Refugee Self Help Center, the Zoo/Himalayan Mountaineering Institute, and a sunrise viewing over Tiger Hill complete with a spec of Mount Everest off in the distance.
 Peace Pagoda, Darjeeling
 The majesty of being up in the clouds
 Gorgeous views
Happy Valley Tea Plantation, because Darjeeling
 Sunrise over the Himalayans from Tiger Hill
This mountain range puts the Rockies to shame. Seriously, google their highest peaks.


The Tibetan refugee center was the most rewarding to visit, because of its people and their bluntness about Tibetan history. The refugees arrived in 1959 to escape the Chinese invasion and set up this camp as an emergency relief center. Now they sell beautiful, handcrafted items that are made on the premises – wool arrives raw and is transformed into beautiful scarves, carpets, purses, sweaters...really whatever your heart desires. The place has settled into a rhythm with tea time at 2:00pm. These artisans have kind faces with a warm smile that reaches the eyes. Most of the people were happy to share their stories, and when they spoke, they spoke with this sense of strength that's difficult to describe. It was an incredible experience to see a place that really is so well run. It should be a model for other centers around the world for its quiet efficiency and authentic homeliness. The sense of family and tradition ingrained in the work being done is so heartwarming. 
[forewarning: one picture contains a graphic image]
 An impression of the community
 Sewing away to make beautiful sweaters and jackets
I chose to include these pictures, because it was a point of discussion for the group. We were shocked to see these pictures, particularly because of how open they were with their country's history. The entire center is a tribute to Tibet and its story.

All in all, Darjeeling was a wonderful place where I found myself at home in the mountains, but also surrounded by beautiful culture and people. I loved this city, because I felt comfortable there. No one stared at me or made me concerned about my safety even when I walked alone. It was a strange contrast from Kolkata to the train station to Darjeeling. It just shows how diverse India is!

Lots of love,

Lena