Peace and Devastation- Nepal

After what seems like a million years, I went to bed at 10 and fell asleep! And then began, waking up to a cold but beautiful Nepali morning. We dragged ourselves out of the comforters to be greeted by steaming cups of green tea and coffee (for Meera) and a simple but sweet breakfast of toast, eggs (as you like), butter, jam, muffins, bananas and yogurt. Meera raves about the yogurt, a famous Bhaktapur delicacy, I'm not a big fan so can't comment too much also since Meera ate both our cups hehe.

 

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 Beautifully laid out with attention to whatever we needed.  

Beautifully laid out with attention to whatever we needed.  

We spent the morning sitting outside the guest house, in the courtyard back and forth, reading our respective books, chatting with the owners, cafe staff and the babies.

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Yes. Meera sal was Enamoured by the cute Nepali baby who had welcomed us at the guest house. An 11 month old cuteness would distract her from her Murakami love story, as I looked on, and wondering if Meera thought I am somehow devoid of maternal instincts, as the cuteness was pleasant but couldn't get me off my cheap thrill paperback. 

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(However she has since then realised it untrue as I saw this cutie pie later and wanted to join him in his nap)

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Back to the guest house. It's old, there's actually a part from the 9th century, it has been a monastary, a residence and now a beautiful 8 bedroom guesthouse, each with its own wood carved Windows and doors, surrounding an open sky courtyard, with 3 more rooms for the bakery/cafe, artisans work station and museum/shop. The wood work is incredible, my moms place is of the Nepali woodwork theme but in a very modern tiled Dhaka flat. This was architecture. 

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like in all my travels I mentally collect items and make checklists of the things I want in my imaginary home (that I will never work towards building as I plan to blow every penny on travelling instead.) and these windows just joined. 

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 "Peacock Guest House" in Bhaktapur run by a beautiful couple and their 2 babies and lovely staff. The couple were most warm and friendly, made us feel incredibly at home. We spent many a moment chatting about Nepal, Bangladesh, each other's studies, ours in US theirs in India and Singapore and little bits and pieces. I wasn't the chatty one, I have my extreme introvert moments but I listened and read on while the beautiful Meera would engage. And it was very sad to leave when we did.

 Leaving behind my flower headband and promises to come back.  

Leaving behind my flower headband and promises to come back.  

When we weren't basking and reading, we explored the squares and its little hidden nooks and alleys. I won't bore you with the tourist attractions, but it was just beautiful being around such a simple way of life. 

 Maybe we could take a long walk. 

Maybe we could take a long walk. 

 Gods walking through

Gods walking through

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Bhaktapur is a place of squares with shops, markets, residences, hotels, museums, palaces, mountain views and most of all temples. But it's the people, like the rest of Nepal, that make it for me. I've been here before last year, before the earthquake. Many many things are being rebuilt; But in such peaceful non chalance. They are the tribe capable of surviving such devastation. And that inspired me. That's who I aspire to be, peaceful and capable of surviving devastation. 

 

Thank you Nepal.