In Love with Bandipur
I love my guesthouse because it is family-run and you really feel like part of the family here. Somehow it's so nice and clean and airy here. I sit on the surrounding communal...


Published: 07.10.2018


















06/10/2018 Bakthapur or Bhadgaun is considered the historical heart of Nepal, like Kathmandu but without the traffic chaos and the many backpacker shops of Thamel. Instead, it is known for its historical Newari architecture. I definitely have to see it!
But the journey there is very adventurous. Together with Chen from China, I board the old local public transport and we quickly start talking about India and Nepal. I don't meet many solo travelers from China, mainly because they can't communicate in English. Well, I can't speak Mandarin either. But I wouldn't want to travel in a herd anyway. The bus fills up until it's bursting at the seams. An old grandpa, who can neither walk nor sit, is placed next to me. Everyone helps. We are cramped like hens in a battery cage. I'm very grateful to have a seat and I'm having a blast!














My guesthouse is located right next to the pagoda, so I have a good view from the rooftop terrace. Compared to Kathmandu, the room rates are more expensive, I pay 1600 rupees for a room with a bathroom down the hall.

The location is great and it feels like I'm living in an open-air museum. Awesome! But at 5 o'clock in the morning, the loud ringing of religious ceremonies at the nearby Bhairabnath Temple starts and reminds me of Varanasi, India. Unfortunately, I can't upload the video.

Just around the corner is the famous Peacock Window, the flagship of centuries-old woodcarving. Incredibly finely crafted details. I take a break at the Peacock Café with a cold drink and enjoy the view. It feels like being on a film set. Magnificent!


At the Pottery Square, my jaw drops. Here, water vessels and yogurt pots for daily use are actually made by painstaking handwork, as well as small elephants and other souvenirs for tourists. Kneading and shaping is done vigorously, the potter's wheels turn non-stop as the remarkably uniform clay dries in the sun. Later, the pieces are taken in a convoy to the medieval kiln, carefully piled inside, and then fired. The air is filled with smoke.
One should not make the mistake of considering the Newars as Nepal. In fact, they are one of the many minorities that themselves form such a complex microcosm of Nepalese society due to their caste system and religious structures. While their members have a common language (one of many in Nepal) and cultural similarities, they also exhibit numerous differences. For example, the traditional attire and headgear of men are striking.

