Monday, November 17, 2025

Asian Sojourn 8: Ubon Ratchathani, Thailand (travel of 13-14 Jul 2025)

From Nepal, we took a night flight to Thailand. It seemed like a good idea at the time, though I admit that the 3 a.m. transfer in Bangkok is only a vague impression in my memory, and we were both a little befuddled wandering around Ubon Ratchathani at 8 a.m., wondering when we could go back and get ourselves a nap!

If you want a taste of Thailand without the sense of city urgency, Ubon Ratchathani is a convenient stop for the traveler. It worked well for us since you can easily catch a bus over to Laos (which was next on our plan!), and it is a bit calmer (I’m told) than Bangkok. The city is known for its long tradition of temple scholarship and for the crafts and rituals surrounding the annual Candle Festival.

The humidity was high, but the traffic was certainly more ordered than what we’d seen in Nepal, and that first morning, we found ourselves a nice airconditioned coffee shop and slurped our way into consciousness. To adjust to the weather, we tended to walk in the mornings and evenings, and nap during the afternoons. And Nissa did her long training run while I went birding, so we managed to fit in several different kinds of adventures across our 48 hours!

The architecture was quite different from that of Nepal – more "hot flame" type curls to the rooflines; more ornament; more gilt. We spent both days wandering around enjoying the parks and the Wats and temples. To my friends and family: yes, it is in fact possible for me to go to a city and not tour a museum. That’s because I was caught up in the joys of exterior architecture!

Cynthia and Nissa, jaunting around Ubon's many Wats!

We also lucked out and were in the city for the tail end of the illuminations festival, with decorative lights at a dozen key city destinations. The brilliant colors and gentle shadings enlivened the architecture, and several sound installations provided soothing tempi and a new-age vibe to the destinations.



We actually did a bit of shopping, and had dinner at the night market. My big discovery was watermelon slushies. They might just be my new favorite drink.


Big C Supercenter
The Thung Sri Muang Night Market with all of its abundance.

One of the most interesting sights was the Hor Trai, or manuscript library, of Wat Thung Si Mueang. It is on stilts in the water to avoid bug invasions, and inside the scrolls are wrapped in bright bits of fabric

And, of course, we saw the markers of sound, but not the sounds themselves.In other words, we saw plenty of temple drums and gongs, but we never happened to be there when they were sounding.

In all, we found Ubon to be both picturesque and relaxing; I wouldn’t mind going back sometime – perhaps when I’ve slept the night before!


RESOURCES

  • Travel to Thailand is relatively easy as US citizens; instead of a Visa, one applies for a Thailand Digital Arrival Card, which we were able to do on our phones. We also got eSims (from trip.com) so had plenty of data

  • Details of things to do and navigational guidance are available at https://en.wikivoyage.org/wiki/Ubon_Ratchathani – a very handy tool!

  • We stayed at Hotel Phadaeng, which is less then ten minutes from 7-minute walk from Thung Si Muang Park. They had a luggage drop-off which let us wander around unencumbered while waiting on a reasonable check-in time.

  • We ate at the Thung Sri Muang Night Market – and recommend that you do too!

  • We took an Uber out to the Big C Supercenter to do some shopping (and to arrange for our bus tickets to Pakse, Laos). We ate at the food court there. So many interesting food choices!

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.

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Singing to St Martin of Tours

The feast of St Martin of Tours, on November 11th, is a pivot-point in the year, the end of the harvest season and a time of preparation for the Advent season. It was an occasion for processions (often, at least in later periods, with lanterns!), for almsgiving, and for renewal of spirit and devotional practice.

It was also tax time; paying your Martins penny or Martinizins (Martin-tithe) was a financial obligation that appears in numerous documents and charters of the time. When I say numerous, I mean that just at the Kloster of Mehrerau, for instance, at least 59 separate charters detail the Martinizins; across Vorarlberg, more than 891 charters require payments of one sort or another on that special day. (Thank you, monasterium.net, for the ability to do multi-term searches!)

In the context of a tertiary house like Thalbach in Bregenz in the 16th century, Martin’s feast was a time for public devotion and renewal of spiritual commitements. They no doubt liked the story of how he used his sword to divide his cloak in half and share it with a beggar. As a soldier, he had been riding warm and comfortable on his horse through the sleet and snow, when he came upon a fallen man. Concerned, he cut his cloak in two and gave one part to the supine man. That evening, a vision came to him of Christ clothed in the cloak remnant; the beggar he had comforted had been Christ himself.

17th c Stained Glass image of St Martin at Wettingen, cc by Badener

The sisters were not without need of charity themselves, since food supplies were notoriously tight during this period; endowments did not yet fully cover the sisters’ needs. Here, then, was a saintly hero whose generosity might inspire the broader civic community to similarly share provisions. And, of course, the feasting of end-of-harvest season was a special reason for rejoicing. Roast goose was often a special treat on the day, and was associated with the tale the a goose had revealed his location when he was hiding to avoid appointment as bishop. Plus, the fruit of the vineyards, the year’s new wine, was often uncorked on Martinmas. Roast goose (Martinigansl) and new wine (Heuriger) remain Austrian favorites today. Many reasons to rejoice, indeed!

Thus it was when the Sisters of Thalbach took on the task of learning the Roman Breviary in 1595, adopting the Tridentine forms then newly mandated, they chose their first (and therefore forever notable) performance to be the Vespers of St Martin. Here’s a lovely performance of the antiphon, “Dixerunt discipuli,” from the Vespers service for St Martin:


The disciples said to blessed Martin: Why do you abandon us, father? Or to whom do you leave us desolate? For ravenous wolves will invade your flock. (Ps:Dixit dominus)

Martin’s disciples, realizing he is near death, plead with him not to leave them. The “ravenous wolves” are a metaphor for corrupt or heretical leaders who might harm the spiritual community once Martin, their protector and spiritual guide, has passed. Martin here serves as the pastor bonus, the good shepherd who safeguards his flock through his vigilance. His disciples’ lament highlights the saint’s transition from earthly protector to heavenly intercessor. In medieval retellings and liturgical commemorations, this scene reinforces Martin’s enduring care for the faithful even after death. His memoria continues to protect against those “wolves” through prayer and example.

As new singers, then, this office was a good choice of where to begin. The music for Vespers emphasized antiphons and psalmody. “Dixerunt discipuli” is a typical antiphon in the seventh mode, centered melodically on the fifth above G, with a narrow range. This would have been eminently singable for new singers. Moreover, the gentle neumatic layout, with two to five notes per syllable would have helped with their memorization. Invoking Martin as protector in their first celebration in a new-to-them practice of Latin chant devotions was no doubt an auspicious beginning for what was to be a two-year learning journey. But that is a story for another day.


REFERENCES

  • For a general overview of Martin’s cult, see Yossi Maurey, Medieval Music, Legend, and the Cult of St Martin: The Local Foundations of a Universal Saint (Cambridge University Press, 2014)
  • For a review of the growth of the St Martin liturgical tradition in Italy, see Alejandro Enrique Planchart, “The Geography of Martinmas,” In Western Plainchant in the First Millennium (Routledge, 2003).
  • A short but approachable article on Martinmas customs can be found in Shawn Tribeon, “Customs of Martinmas,” Liturgical Arts Journal, October 26, 2018, https://www.liturgicalartsjournal.com/2018/10/customs-of-martinmas.html

Carving the Nativity in 1520

The anonymous carving of the Nativity of Jesus that is found in the Moravian Gallery in Brno (Czech: Moravská galerie v Brně ) dates from a...