Our old apartment was a 1.5 bedroom (the other room was real small so we made it a study/walk in robe), 1 small kitchen/dining room, 1 bathroom and 1 lounge room on the 3rd and top floor of a building.
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Last Sunday I did the touristy thing with a couple of visitors to our office and went to two of Nepal's most revered and popular places, Bodhnath Stupa and Pashupatinath Temple. Now, the difference between the two is that Bodhnath is Buddhist (stupa is temple for Buddhism) and that Pashupati temple, is well...a temple - for Hindu's. For some reason the rain didn't phase me, the temples intrigued me so much; their history, their intricate beauty and the fact that millions of people around the world visit them each year for religious reasons. But one thing baffled me, and continues to baffle me every single day whenever I hear my landlord's family ring a bell at sunrise and sunset to make an offering to their gods (which live on our roof by the way, in a cage - they let them out at sunrise and they go back in at sunset - my theory anyway), is how much people give to their gods: the rituals, the offerings and even the willingness to stay smelly for a week!
So on our trip, we went to Bodhnath Stupa first. It was pouring with rain, so the place was empty except for the few devote monks who were spinning the prayer wheels. It was so peaceful. The stupa is surrounded by Tibetan Monastery's and special souvenir stores. Despite the patter of the rain, was the faint sound of humming, a relaxing rhythmic sort of humming which came from a theater-looking-thing at the center point of the circle of shops around the stupa. We went inside this little room in front of the stupa which had massive gold(?) wheels that were spinning - like a big prayer wheel, with people ringing bells around it. Maybe I'm weird but I found it to be a relaxing, holy and spiritual experience despite it going against my own religious norms. The monks smiled at me and I smiled back, they didn't hustle me, just directed me around with soft hand movements. It was nice, I left Bodhnath with a good feeling and of a yearning of wanting to return.
Next stop was Pashupati. It is Nepal's most important Hindu Temple. Now I can't remember the reason for its importance, my simple brain only remembers important facts like that it is where they burn deceased bodies and that once a year they have a big festival where thousands of people from around the world come to worship at the temple and well...burn bodies by the river. It's all a bit morbid really! But maybe first impressions last, people were hounding us the minute we got there selling us things and beggars asking for money. Maybe it was the rain, but the temples didn't look very nice. I thought it was funny how the first place they directed us to was the riverbank where we could see a charcoaled corpse burning. You have to understand the caste system here in Nepal to fully comprehend the processes that they have, but basically there are specific stands for each caste to burn bodies on, and the brahmins (highest caste) get to burn under a cover - how nice. They believe that once they are burnt and thrown into the Bagmati river, they will then reincarnate into...something, like a cow - hence the don't-kill-a-cow thing.


