Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nepal. Show all posts

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Asian Sojourn 7: Life and Its Endings (Nepal’s Pashupatinath Temple) (travel of 12 Jul 2025)

Today’s post starts with a content warning (#CW); #Death, #cremation, end-of-life ceremonies.

It feels a little bit “Harold and Maude”; we went to Nepal and went to other people’s funerals. But it is evidently accepted practice, and is paired at the Pashupatinath Temple with the festival-like celebration of life that occurs on the other bank of the Bagmati River.

Still, some readers may choose to skip the rest of this entry, since I include images of the cremation fires, and that’s not to everyone’s taste.

Once we decided that the day’s adventure included watching end-of-life ceremonies in the evening (gates of the Temple open at 5p), the next question was how to get there. I am VERY grateful to my traveling companion, Nissa, that she’s a good sport, because “let’s walk” took us into parts of Kathmandu that probably don’t get a lot of tourist traffic. If any. Oh, there’s plenty of (regular) traffic, but it was rather seedy in places. I was glad I had boots for the broken concrete of the sidewalks, for instance. Still, there were moments that took our breath away. A stupa, and a crowded street:


When we got to the Hindu temple, we paid our NPR 1,000, but we also hired a guide. I’d recommend doing that, since he took us places I would NEVER have dared to go, fearing to intrude. Our guide kept up a running commentary about the Hindu belief system, the representations we were seeing, the kinds of events we would be seeing that evening, and the places we were within the temple complex. Be forewarned, though, those guides are on a timetable; it felt more akin to a slow jog than a tourist tour! Also, he asked for his tip in “our” currency, so have an appropriate bill in a ready-to-reach pocket. ($5 is considered adequate, $10 is generous. He was worth $10. By comparison, entry to the temple was about $7 USD.)

We did get a glimpse of the famous Nandi bull, a representation of Lord Shiva in animal guise. That’s the representation that gives the temple complex its name: Pashu = animal and Pati = lord, so Pashupatinath = Lord of the Animals. The more you know...

But the ceremonies of cremation were our principal concern, in part because I have a course I’m creating on music and death. So we observed with interest the several facets of the ceremony.

The mourning crowd waits on the bodies to be carried out to a spot down by the river. Here we are in anticipation – you can see the platform where the bodies will be put.


Do stop reading here if actual bodies make you uncomfortable.

For the rest of you…

The bodies are then carried on a stretcher, accompanied by a crowd, until they come to the appointed spot for the cremation fire. These platforms are covered so that the fires can burn even in monsoon season. (As of 2016, some cremations have adopted a new technology of electrical fire, saving on the cost of wood, but many families have chosen the traditional wood-burning method; see Hadders 2017 and Poudel and Uprety 2017). The platforms for the cremation proper are, like the greeting of the body, located by the river, and each platform becomes the center of a gathering of friends and relatives. (The cremation grounds are called the “Aryaghat,” a “ghat” being a flight of steps leading down to a river.)



Unlike Southern U.S. deaths I have attended, though, there’s no viewing of the face, just a wrapped body. Nor is the kind of dressing up to which I am accustomed; the crowd seemed to be a very come-as-you-are. Death is here seemingly represented as an occurrence of the middle of life, not as an exceptional ceremonial event.


The to-and-fro of people and the gathering of crowds are similar to funerals I’ve attended, but there seems to be less focus on the bereaved family, and more on the departed. That difference, I’ve learned, reflects a distinct understanding of what the ceremony is meant to achieve. Poudel and Uprety argue that “The prime purpose of the cremation is to depurate the dead body and free the soul from the body of the deceased ones to secure a safe journey to heaven.” The fire is cleansing, clearing the body of impurities, and allowing the spiritual cycle to progress.

What’s amazing is that across the river are the ceremonies which reinforce life. Singing and joyousness are acoustically juxtaposed with the murmurs of the cremation crowds, and the two ceremonies overlap, with death starting the evening and the music of celebration picking up closer to sundown. I'd share a video, but by that point my phone had decided that it wasn't going to cooperate, and somehow I didn't grab Nissa's videos before I left the country. Sadness.

Our stamina and crowd tolerance didn’t take us to the end of the evening’s events; we bowed out with about an hour left to go. And having walked there, we’d certainly finished our step count for the day, so we made our way to the taxi stand, and took a taxi home.

It was a solemn evening, but a profoundly moving one.

Having seen all of this firsthand, I couldn’t help but start asking questions -- the kind of questions that pull me out of “traveler mode” and straight into “researcher mode.” What does it mean to modernize something so steeped in ritual? Who decides when tradition gives way to technology?

If that sounds like the beginning of a mini-lecture, well… it kind of is. The next bit digs into some of the scholarship around cremation practices in Nepal and how modernization has reshaped them. It’s less “travel diary,” more “academic curiosity at work”—so fair warning if you came only for the story part.

WOOD OR ELECTRIC? TRADITION OR ENVIRONMENTALISM

After leaving the temple that evening, I found myself thinking not just about what we had seen, but about how these rituals adapt—or resist adaptation—in a changing world. The practices at Pashupatinath aren’t fixed like a fly in amber; they live at the intersection of faith, environment, and economics. The option of an indoor electric cremation is nowadays a choice that Nepalese families can make. There are several reasons that one might want this “modern” (and technological) solution to the cremation challenge. It is cheaper, a not insignificant consideration in a country with the high poverty levels of Nepal. It is also environmentally beneficial; the pressure of wood usage has degraded forest levels, and pushing particulate matter into the air is at odds with “clean air” regulations. In short, the electric crematorium represents both a practical and ecological response to modern pressures. Yet families often continue to prefer the traditional methods. Dal Bahadur Singtan found that “Resistive behavior of people due to cultural and religious attachment was found as the major problem for change” (Singtan 2014). This “resistance” is less about stubbornness than about meaning: cremation, here, is not merely disposal, but a final act of devotion, bound tightly to ideas of purity, release, and continuity.

Costs of cremation can be relatively high. Singtan lists a series of costs: “Rs. 200 for registration of a corpse, Rs. 400 per kg wood, and Rs. 1200 per Brahmin for cremation. Other expenditure would be in purchasing ghee, sugar, dried wood pieces, flowers, garlands etc…” He finds that a minimal ceremony – baseline costs -- would amount to around 6,000 Rs. per corpse (Singtan 2014, 39-40). Costs can be higher, of course; heads of state might be burned with sandalwood, but the corresponding budget puts such ceremonial enhancements far, far out of reach of the average household! In this way, even death participates in the hierarchies of everyday life. The questions of what one can afford, and what one must forego, shape how the sacred is enacted.

In their interview-based study of Nepalese participants’ choices in the modern (electric) cremation vs traditional (wood) cremation practices, Poudel and Uprety (2017) found that many participants make the choices they do because “respondents believe that significant number of tourists come to visit Pashupatinath temple to observe open pyre cremation process.” Here, tourism has become yet another layer in the story: the act of cremation, once private and familial, now carries a public and even performative dimension. The families see themselves as promoting local culture; performing a kind of cultural heritage in public is a tourist draw and a kind of public education, layering an outward-facing meaning onto a ceremony that is also inwardly beneficial. Families reported that they preferred the traditional method because “it increases the sense of belonging, identity and maintains the beauty of the performed rituals” (Poudel and Uprety, 2017). Seen this way, maintaining the open-pyre tradition is not simply resistance to change—it is also an affirmation of identity, a choice to be visibly and proudly part of a cultural continuum.

In all of this, what stands out is how layered the act of cremation at Pashupatinath has become—spiritual duty, ecological questions, an often emotionally fraught economic calculation, and cultural performance are all folded into one. Families choose between modern efficiency and traditional sanctity, and those choices reveal as much about identity as about practicality. To witness these rituals, then, is to glimpse not just the end of a life but the ongoing negotiation between faith and change, private grief and public meaning. It’s precisely this tension—between devotion and display—that has drawn scholars to situate Pashupatinath within another, more global frame.

DARK TOURISM:

Scholars, too, have turned their attention to this intersection of ritual, observation, and meaning. Kunwar et al. have argued that Pashupatinath might helpfully be more actively framed as part of the dark tourism industry. That term, dating back to the 1990s, encompasses “the presentation and consumption of real and commodified death and disaster sites.” (Foley and Lennon 1996). In this view, Pashupatinath is not just a sacred site but also a destination shaped by the gaze of those who come to witness death—tourists like us, whose presence inevitably changes the experience itself.

Kunwar and his colleagues suggest that, since tourists are shaped by what they see and seek, the temple might intentionally cultivate the spiritual dimension of that encounter. The act of watching, they propose, could “engage or trigger within their visitors some issue of social conscience, or … some shared emotion or an experience of involvement.” Learning, in this model, becomes potentially cathartic. That argument reframes spectatorship not as intrusion but as a possible form of empathy—an unsettling idea, but also a generous one.

They also acknowledge that some respondents would prefer to develop the site more holistically, emphasizing not just the cremation grounds but also the temple’s broader ecology of devotion—the Yogis, the Sadhus, the everyday flow of pilgrims. In that balance between ritual spectacle and spiritual depth lies the continuing tension of the site itself: how to honor what is sacred while accommodating what is seen.
Indeed, the framework of dark tourism itself has been challenged. Bowman and Pezzullo (2010), for instance, question the negative charge of the word “dark.” Must the curiosity that brings us to such places always be morbid? Or can it be a gesture of respect, even affirmation—a way of learning through witnessing? After all, macabre is in the eye of the beholder.

For us, that distinction felt personal rather than theoretical. We were curious, yes, but not morbidly grief-stricken. I did find myself thinking back to a family funeral a few months earlier, but not in an emotional way—more as a quiet comparison of practice and meaning. The scholar in me wanted to understand; the traveler in me wanted to bear witness. Nor was our curiosity meant to be intrusive. We had confirmed ahead of time—both through our guide and in the literature—that respectful observation by outsiders was not considered offensive. If seeing and understanding are done with care, then perhaps looking itself can become a form of cultural exchange.

And that brings me back to our end of evening. The music rising from across the river—the songs of the living—seemed to answer the smoke of the pyres in a kind of dialogue between presence and departure. That strong life-affirming and concertizing element served not just as a geographic counterpoint but as an emotional one, giving meaning to me personally for the evening as a whole. In the midst of life we are in death (Media vita in morte sumus), as the chant reminds us. But in the midst of death, Pashupatinath reminds us, we are also in life.

The evening left me thinking that perhaps what defines a culture is not how it celebrates life, but how it allows death to remain visible within it.


REFERENCES

  • Bowman, M. S. & Pezzullo, P. C. “What ‘s so ‘dark’ about ‘dark tourism’?: Death, tours and performance.” Tourist Studies, 9(3) (2010): 187-202.

  • Foley, M. & Lennon J. “JFK and dark tourism: A fascination with assassination.” International Journal of Heritage Studies, 2(4) (1996): 198–211.

  • Hadders, H. “Establishment of electric crematorium in Nepal: continuity, changes and challenges.” Mortality (2017): 1-16.

  • Kunwar, R. R., Homagain, B., & Karki, N. “Exploring the Prospective of Dark Tourism in Pashupatinath: A Hindu Pilgrimage Site, Nepal.” Journal of Tourism and Hospitality Education, 11 (2021): 93–127. https://doi.org/10.3126/jthe.v11i0.38248

  • Poudel, Rojisha, and Mina Devi Uprety. “Traditional and Modern Practices of Cremation: Significance and Challenges” [conference paper]. International Conference on Social Structure and Social Change, Pokhara, Nepal, 2017.

  • Singtan, Dal Bahadur. “Resistance to change in cremation practices in Pashupati area.” M.A. Thesis, Kathmandu University School of Education, 2014.

Asian Sojourn 6: Monkeys and Heights in Sacred Nepal (Travel of 11-13 Jul 2025)

It’s Nepal. If there’s a hill, there’s probably a temple, or a stupa, or a destination atop it. If there’s a monkey, there are probably more monkeys. Combine them and you have what we often refer to as “the monkey temple,” more properly the Swayambhunath Stupa in Nepal.

It’s a great morning destination if you need to get your step count. It’s a cardio workout if you take the stairs at speed. Or you can join the group that does stretching and various calisthenics up top. Or pray. Or consider the world around you.

For us, the temple was about a 45 minute walk from our hotel (which, I remind you, was right near Kathmandu Durbar Square). The walk out was pleasant, with enough incline to warm you up, but not so much to leave you panting, until the time that you start the actual climb.

The climb, though. Yikes. It’s a lot of “up,” all in a row.

But you can interrupt your hill-climb at any point “to take pictures.” Sure, sure, it’s only the photo ops that make you want a break. But the pictures are sure cute:


The climb, though, is not so cute unless you’ve been training. So slow down, and take in the scenery. Afterall, the prayer flags are abundant, and the statuary colorful. You’ve got a lot to keep you distracted




The view at the top is a mix of the splendid and the surprising. “Go to Kathmandu and see the varieties of exercise” wasn’t actually on my what-to-expect-while-traveling list, but then, that’s why we travel; to see how people live their lives.


We were there in monsoon season, and rain can bring rainbows.

Did I mention rain? Yeah, there was some serious monsoon rain. Back at “home” near Durbar square, we decided to hang out inside one afternoon to let the squall pass.


Another time, we didn’t plan so well, and had the opportunity to wring out our clothes. Like doing laundry, but without the soap. Or the washing machine. Just water from the sky.

In all, the experiences of Kathmandu were quite compelling. As a close to today’s post, I wanted to share one more clip, this from the city proper. While out for a morning stroll (and birding amble), I did actually catch part of the morning prayers – sacred singing, by ordinary people, going about their business, in the early morning start-of-day. I respect the grounding in the sacred, even though it’s not my practice. 

Asian Sojourn 5: Pokhara, Nepal (travel of 7-11 July 2025)


Pokhara is a tourist’s dream; so many things to do, so many activities to undertake, so many people to get to know.

We didn’t do that.

Instead, we took on Pokhara as an outdoor delight, getting up and doing dawn walks (thank you, jetlag!), hiking up a mountain (wherever you are, that’s the adventure you’re having), hiding out in cafes getting work done (deadlines are a thing!).

We even captured some of that in pictures! First, we had two scenic hotels, both brilliantly beautiful. The first (Vagabond Guest House) looked in on a bird-filled courtyard; the second (Hotel Forest Lake Backpackers’ Hostel) had a view of the lake:


Skies and landscapes were wonderful any time of day:


 


Hiking uphill has a lot to recommend it. To be honest, we only went halfway up, but that was a couple of serious hours of “up,” and a joyous hike of discovery, with fabulous vistas as the payoff:


Sunset deserves a chapter all its own, and we spent one relaxing evening eating dinner by the lake, watching both the sunset and the sociable strolling scene. Ssssssplendid!



Scenery was a recurring theme; the rice paddies and the home-thatched roofs reminded us how hard people work.



We did take the cable car up the hill to Sarangkot, and got a great view of the valley – but as you can see, the clouds rolled in shortly thereafter and that was it for the big vista. Glad we did scenery before lunch!


We did do a little bit of hiding out and getting the to-do list under control. There are some mighty fine cafes to choose from, and the WiFi is bettter than what I have at home. (Ah, US rural internet, what I don’t miss about you!)



 In all, I’d recommend Pokhara as a destination -- for its beauty, for its serenity, and for the chance to operate at the tempo of the clouds.




 

Asian Sojourn 4: Nepal by bus (travel of 6 Jul 2025)

Part of the experience of a foreign country is getting to see the parts that don’t make it into the guidebook, and one of the best ways to do that is to take the bus.

No, seriously, take the bus.

We took the bus from Kathmandu to Pokara, and a different bus back. Yes, we went for the tourist bus; air-conditioning was non-negotiable. Both trips were great. The one there was during the daytime and so I have pictures. The one back, well, I didn’t take a night-cam; the trip is written into memory, but not into shareable memory. Though I did get a video before we left:

As you can see, there are oooooooodles of choices among the bus companies. So many options, both going and coming. Your hotel can help you make arrangements. Do you get steered to a particular company? Yes, but it’s still cheap, and you saved yourself stress.

So, why, you ask, should I take the bus, when I can get there faster by flying? Answer: the sights! So many sights!

The mountains are beautiful, but they were more often green than what I had in my imagination. So much beauty! But also, see the snow-capped peaks in the back? Yeah, we were super excited to see those. 



The bus stops every few hours for, er, the necessary. Bring your own toilet paper. Also, practice your deep knee bends before your trip; traveling you will thank you.

Happily, the bus also stops for breakfast. This was one of the best meals I had, which is probably because I was ravenous. But looooook at all those carbohydrates! With pepper and tasty stuff!

We did a lot of window gazing. Much of Nepal seems like it is a work-in-progress. Grotty roads and an emphasis on the cheaper side of transport reflects the country’s ongoing work on infrastructure, where aspiration has preceded achievement. 

Yet, to be honest, agriculture has beauty that’s separable but complimentary to the vertical beauty of the mountains, and I admit to a little touch of longing for home as we enjoyed the countryside.


So, like I said, take the bus!


RESOURCES

To arrange for a bus, the easiest thing to do is just ask your hotel to help arrange it. Ours was about $16 each direction. For a 5 to 7 hour trip. No, I didn’t drop a digit.

Friday, September 26, 2025

Asian Sojourn 3: Living in Sacred Space – Kathmandu

My morning walks in Kathmandu (taken back in June 2025) had me thinking a lot about the ways in which spaces become sacred. Every fifth building seemed to be a temple or a stupa, and as I said before, my hotel window opened out onto the Atko Narayan Temple, and there was a ceremony there on Wednesday of my visit.

As a first-time visitor to Kathmandu, I would get up many a morning (yay, jetlag?) and walk around the Durbar Square complex, enjoying the sleepy pigeons and ringing of bells, or wander through the streets enjoying the mix of architecture, the bustle of cleaning and setting up for the day, and the visible and audible practice of faith. I peered through at many a Bahal courtyard, those monastic courtyards with small shrines, and went into a few if they weren’t a center of activity. I tried to remain unobtrusive, but also was drawn to the beauty and to the demonstrated care for this overlap of public space and private belief.

Offerings of flowers and food, the ringing of bells, the tidying of shrines, the singing in group or alone: all these activities seemed integrated into a day, suggesting a much more physically engaged religion than the more staid practices of my Christian Science grandparents or my Lutheran inlaws. Likewise, the intermixture of regular housing, active business, and spots inviting active devotion is compressed relative to urban landscapes I regularly inhabit. That meant that cooking and commerce rubbed elbows with sacred practices, reminding me how thin the boundary might be between ordinary routine and spiritual gesture. I wonder if medieval practices of faith, before the emergence of confessional concerns, might have been just as colorful, as sound-based, and as kinetic as what I experienced in Kathmandu. Was Bregenz like this, a mix of street cleaning, setting up stalls with vegetables from the farms uphill, bells and clatter and clamour all mixing in with the chants of the hours and the calls of hopeful merchants? It would have been lively, if so!

The infrastructure of Kathmandu also strikes a notable contrast with the more familiar streets of Nashville. Transport is, as the tourist guidebooks remind us, often done in human-powered vehicles, whether that’s of people or of packages. Overloaded bikes like the one below impressed the stuffing out of me; I’m hard put to bike myself up a hill let alone contemplate carrying a bunch of packages. Not shown is the time we saw two people on a bike, the one in front balancing what was clearly a flat screen TV in its box. Holy moly! And then there’s the wiring. Yes, we did experience power outages. With that wiring spaghetti, it’s a wonder that there was power at all! 


But one cannot subsist on the sacred alone, and I’d like to give a shout-out to Kathmandu’s food scene.

I mentioned the Ginger Cafe, but I also got my share of street food and momos. I never did find my way back to the best shop, but everywhere I stopped, I always found the food fresh and the stall-owners friendly, forgiving of my linguistic inabilities. Momos are the easiest food the first time out (not only my first meal but my most frequent!), but the fried breakfast breads – and especially the Jeri Swari – were a special treat. Jeri Swari is cool: the “Jeri” is a deep-fried, sugar-coated flour batter which is shaped into intricate loops or coils and fried until crispy, then soaked in saffron-infused syrup. The “Swari” part is a flatbread which is both a wrapper and the justification: “I’m an adult eating a real breakfast and not just chowing down on a honey-delivery system.”

Watching your food being made is a delicious way to start any day. It’s also a reminder that in Kathmandu, even everyday meals are carefully crafted. The generosity and care of the cooks are as much a part of the experience as are the flavors themselves.

Saturday, August 30, 2025

Asian Sojourn 2: Kathmandu: parade rest!

From Delhi, I traveled to Kathmandu, Nepal, where we had a hotel just two blocks from Durbar Square. My host picked me up from the airport, hallelujah, and drove me across town in his very, very small car through the very crowded and monsoon-wetted streets. Once to the hotel, he gave me the standard orientation to drinkable water (and undrinkable); the various amenities, including generous outlets right by the bed and a swivel fan; and a few pointers on where I might want to go the next day.

The view from my bed was rather stunning, since our hotel faced the Atko Narayan Temple; in this rendition, you can see the edges of my window:


It was a delightful location, and one of the days of our stay, there was a festival, so I got to observe the ceremonies with burning offerings, bell ringing, chanting, and the like. No pictures, though; I didn't want to be intrusive.

After a lovely, lovely night's sleep topped off with a productive dose of jet lag (love my kindle, love that I can do highlighting on my kindle, made SO much research progress at 2a.m.!), it was time to face the city.

Being a first-time tourist in Nepal, I started with Kathmandu Durbar Square, as one does, by paying my entrance fee and getting my long-term visit card (hint: bring along your passport and a passport photo when you first show up; your fee will last until the end of your visa), and then went touring. I never did master the names of all of the square's buildings, but I was fond of the carvings and the architecture, and enjoyed spending a GREAT deal of time looking at all the intricate details.

 

But my leisurely pace was interrupted when the courtyard started filling with soldiers -- soldiers carrying drums! It seems the military band was under review. Setting up took some time, but they eventually got themselves ordered. I did notice that they formed up as much in the shade as they could (and who could blame them?). Eventually, however, their commander shifted them back to the center of the courtyard and out into that bright, warm sunlight. 


While there was some tootling around beforehand, the flag ceremony introduced the drums and winds.

 


After a good deal of speechifying (all in Nepali so I can’t report the content!), the unit marched out. 

 

There must have been some activity outside of the palace, because it was at least 10 minutes before the soldiers passed by on the outside on parade, music whirling along with them as the percussion kept steady time.


Watching the first portion of a parade, even a small one, made me think about those commonalities with my hometown experience. I too have been in groups which have crowded toward the shade while wearing an unpleasantly heavy uniform; outdoor performance environments are not always optimal. Sure, dark fabrics with heft and weight look impressive, but there’s a reason science-fiction often references temperature-regulating textiles! (And I in my short-sleeves was grateful to be recording from the shade, and I was seated on the steps, not standing or moving around!)

In all, about 45 minutes elapsed while I watched the group. I had time to think, in that idle way, about the meta-messaging of such events. The pride and perfectability of formation was a signal of the kind of discipline the group represents, and was reinforced by two different leaders, the quieter of which got quicker movements from the group. The (memorized) music spoke to a regularity of rehearsal. The timbres seemed familiar even if the instruments per se were not. The winds reminded me of fifes, though I never got a good look at the instruments since I was trying to stay out of the way and not be THAT tourist. Still, the fife and drum type combination has a lasting appeal in the military world, so the whole experience was weirdly familiar, for all that I was on the far side of the globe.

In all, my first full day was a great success. The chance encounter with the pass-in-review meant that I managed to hit the “urban soundscape” button right out of the gate with "real music," not just the sounds and noises of the city. And historically-oriented me was truly delighted in the architecture, carvings, and museum displays. 

I’m not one for crowds, but I’m genuinely glad that we chose to stay down by the “busy old center” for this part of our trip. 

Note: These events took place July 1-2, 2025.


RESOURCES: ARRIVING IN NEPAL 

  • My flights into Nepal were limited to a single carry-on (7 kg total), and a checked bag of 20 kg total (44lb). I had known to pack with those limits, but I know others had been caught out.
  • When you arrive, there's a screening that includes watches and gold jewelry as well as electronics and so forth; be prepared to stand in that line a longish moment since others may have buried those items at the bottom of their bags. There are signs in English with instructions.
  • I did the Nepal "visa on arrival" process, and I filled out all of the paperwork of step one right there in the arrival area, though you can do part of it online up to 15 days in advance (if you print out your results). I had brought sufficient US cash to pay for my tourist visa, but I did use the airport ATM to get my first batch of Nepali rupees (since I had to pre-pay the hotel upon arrival). It is also possible to get a taxi from the taxi desk in the airport (which is what Nissa did when she arrived), and the cost is regulated so you don't have to worry about negotiating in your travel-weary sleep-deprived state.
  • We each had an e-SIM purchased from trip.com; I used the airport wifi to log in and claim it. Even sleep deprived it was an easy process: scan the QR code and click where it tells you.
  • We stayed in a distinctly budget hotel, Nirvana Kuti by Durbar Square -- really just three apartments, one per floor, with a bathroom, hallway sink, and small kitchen area with a kettle and (drinkable) water dispenser as well as a wash-up sink. The rooms were basic but spotless, and cheap, cheap, cheap! The space had comfey beds; fan but not AC; robust WiFi as long as the power was on; but no on-site services. There's a little convenience store right next door for all your snacking needs. However, for all that it was a plain-jane (and budget-friendly) location, our host Bobby was one of the highlights. A Nepali native who had studied for three years in Australia, he was super friendly, interested in cross-cultural conversations at his daily check-in, and incredibly helpful with arrangements and recommendations. (For instance, he took us a couple of blocks over to buy umbrellas at local rather than tourist prices!) We liked the place and its location so much that we stayed there again upon our return. NOTE: there is a second hotel of the same name, so use your map and navigate to the one by Atko Narayan Temple...
  • We ate several times over by Freak Street, where every other shop is a restaurant. My favorite was the Ginger Cafe (I got the veg khaja set, very yummy!) which is technically located on a cross-street, Phalchasa Galli. I was the only non-native in the restaurant.

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