The Road to Bhaktapur

… The Ancient Capital City of Nepal

On a clear day you can see Mount Everest
. . . It’s not a clear day.

Lobsang’s Bed & Fast
“You may lob for the night, but don’t
expect breakfast in the morning!”
~ Lobsang, proprietor.

“Bye now! We have to service the room.”

I rang the bell but the restaurant was closed?

Breakfast … at last!

Careful!

Bhaktapur under restoration

“Sorry but that Lobsang took my last rupee!”

Photography:
David & Linda Redpath © 2019

130 thoughts on “The Road to Bhaktapur”

    1. Had a wonderful experience, thanks Ankit.
      Yes, I saw some of the damage done in ’15 .
      Made the acquaintance of a man, who along
      with his family, is still living in a tent.
      Their house too badly damaged.
      Evidently a very traumatic event.
      If you haven’t yet tried it out, I recommended
      the OR2K vegan restaurant in Kathmandu😎

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    1. No problem, Victoria. As a free-range
      anthropologist (not a tourist) that’s my job.
      Bhaktapur was the Royal Capital City
      of Nepal, so many of the shrines are rather
      large and elaborate. Too many deities to
      count, but it’s definitely Vishnu, with the
      snakes behind and holding a conch shell,
      waiting at the door.

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  19. As the Oracle of Delphi did say
    Know thyself … and nothing in excess.
    I personally like the Desiderata
    when it comes to good spiritual advise.
    But, and I know that Mahatma Gandhi
    would agree, it’s hard to top the Sermon
    on the Mount 😇 🙏

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  24. Great photos, David. 👍
    I see you didn’t run into Bob Hope, Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour on the Road To Bhaktapur.
    Otherwise Hope and Crosby could have done their “Pattacake, pattacake baker’s man” routine on you and you could have caught another glimpse of the sky to see Mount Everest while lying on your back.

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  31. Lovely pictures. We were in Nepal last March. The calm devotion that we witnessed – and my wife fell in love with Bhaktapur esp. – was the biggest takeaway. Very few of our friends back home in Karachi got that, comparing the breathtaking mountains we have with theirs, as if everything is a competition (and it was then I started quoting, “to appreciate Laila, you need Majnu’s eyes” each time the physical landscapes were pitted against each other).

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    1. Glad you liked them, Louise.
      Yes, we only trekked around the foothills,
      being winter . . . in open toe sandals
      (very unprofessional) Met some more
      adventurous travellers suffering from hypothermia and oxygen deprivation.
      Tempted to post a blog . . .
      “The Year I stubbed My Toes!” 😎

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