Lonely Planet Bible?

I am often familiar hearing from other travellers they “have The Bible”. Useful as it can be, a Bible it is not.

I checked in yesterday to the “View Point Lodge” in Pokara. Highly recommended by LP as a “charming” retreat in the quiet end of Lakeside. “Guests tend to be bookish types in search of peace and quiet.” It rents rooms by the hour.

I am now perched in the penthouse suite of the Hotel Tropicana (circa 1990) paying US$5 a night in the penthouse lake-view suite. It is a little chilly and overcast, but it´s nice to be back. I have a visa to extend here before meeting up with Lost Johnny aka Wasta for another short hike, this time in and around Annapurna.

Chitwan No Longer Royal National Park

On Nepal´s southern border lies the Terai. 932 square kilometers in area, it was designated a National Park status in 1973, and reaching the attention of UNESCO´s World Heritage sites in ´84, Prior to ´73, the park was used as a hunting lodge for the elite. British monarchs George v and Edward viii are alleged to have slaughtered 39 tigers and 18 rhinos on safari in 1911. Until the late 50s the only inhabitants were a few Tharu villagers who seem to have a genetic resistance to malaria. However, after a huge malaria eradication programme the hill-dwellers moved into this fertile land and sent the human population soaring. This was clearly impacting on the wildlife, so a large relocation project ensued and park buffer zone was set up. The Maoist revolution did not aid the decline of the rhino, tiger and leopard. Nepalese border guards stopped a truck carrying 32 tiger and 579 leopard pelts in 2003. Current numbers of Bengal tigers vary from 80 – 112 and about 400 rhino.

My experienced jungle guide for the next few days was Razu, who bemoans the protection these endangered species are given. The army presents is scant and most of the serving men don´t give a damn. Poachers who are caught are quickly released and the real villains, (often, although not exclusively, the herbal Chinese medical profession), are basically untouchables. Razu is Tharu born inside the park, and has been leading tours since 1990. He tells me that with the increased poaching, so the animals head further into the park. He also points out that each territorial tiger has a marked area of some 60 square kilometres. Thus Chitwan can only reasonably expect to house just a few.

The elephant breeding ground remains a successful project at the park. These majestic beasties receive a lot of care and attention, each elephant being assigned three personal humans. The gharial breeding station also continues apace.

A very large middle-aged Singaporean, Arun, her much younger Buddhist teacher and Indian travel agent, myself and Razu head off early in a dugout down the Rapti river. It is a cool and overcast morning with low-hanging mist. This does not look promising for crocodile spotting or photography. A number of electric azure kingfishers perch at the side of the bank, and there is plenty of bird-life, but not much else.

After about 20 minutes Razu stops the canoe and holds up his hand. He hears two rhinos fighting close by. We all stop stock still and strain our ears, but hear nothing. The boat continues slowly in the lazy current, but Razu looks increasingly concerned. He says he thinks the canoe has been spotted by at least one of the rhinos. We all remain silent, even the talkative Singaporean. As we come close to a grassy knoll the dugout is brought to shore and Razu instructs us to put camera and other things into a bag, and swiftly jumps out. Moving cautiously through the long 3 metre high grasses, (known locally as phanta), he tries to peer in. After a few moments, he runs back to the boat, orders a junior to remain on shore and tells the boatman to get the hell out. The young ranger is looking clearly distressed as our dugout heads to an adjacent bank. The Singaporean is all a-flutter as well for she feels the immanent unseen danger. The boat drops the tourists off, before going back to rescue the boy. I had really heard or saw nothing of those mysterious rhinos. Razu informs us that aggressive rhinos have been known to attack canoes before. We are meant to spend the next hour and a half following trails on foot, but the Singaporean is still in shock and talks incessantly so we see only a few of the 500+ bird species that spend time in the area.

Five days ago a ranger had been attacked by a rhino and was still in hospital with 6 cracked ribs and a fractured skull. Two guides have also died this year from the paws of the tiger and a charge of a rhino.

I get chatting to Ram, another local guide working for Tiger Paws, a trek specialist in the village of Sauraha. He lives next to the Parkside Guest House where I am staying. I told him I hadn´t really seen much. He confirms that the big cats and rhinos were still plentiful in the heart of the jungle. He offered to give me a three, four or five day tour, “but instead of having a 3% chance of a tiger sighting in the periphery of the park, your chances rise to 80%”. Tempting as it was, I still had the elephant safari and the Watchtower as part of an extended program.

The elephant rides are extremely uncomfortable, but do give an interesting perspective to the forest. 4 people are squished into a padded basket designed for two. Our five tonne friend today was a 45 year old female. Despite the lumbering gait and crashing noise, wildlife appears to take no notice of us and we quickly spot two groups of spotted deer. Within 15 minutes from setting out, we come across our first gaida (Indian rhino). It´s busy feasting on some short grass and is happy for to come right over and remain for a few minutes. Less than 2000 of this fantastic prehistoric beasts remain in the wild today.

My last afternoon, evening and night was to be spent in the watchtower within the National Park. Situated between two watering holes with short grass around it it should have been an excellent opportunity to see some more stuff. We arrive at about the same time as some wild buffalo. There are some spotted deer lurking at the edge of the forest. We decide to head for a walk where we see tiger scratch-posts and even some fresh paw-prints next to one of the watering holes, but that is as close as we get. We are invited to a Tharu home for a Dal Bhat and rice dinner, and apart from insects, monkey screeches and two trees being trampled on by rhino, we were left with the noise of the jungle.

I first came here in the early nineties and had a great time. Although knowing tiger sightings were rare, I enjoyed viewing the various abundant wildlife. I had become blasé with the endangered one horned rhino, and seen a load of marsh muggers and strange snouted gharial crocodiles. The endangered species continue to decline in what should now be a safe refuse.

The Tharus are a very warm and welcoming tribe and the vegetation in the southern border regions lush. If for nothing other than this the Terai is worth visiting in it´s own right.

A few pics can be found at http://picasaweb.google.com/aubreygroves67/Chitwan

Langtang Trekking

Safely back in The Du after an excellent hike from Dulche to Chisopani via the lakes at Gosaikund. Although the first hiking day was shrouded in cloud, climatic conditions turned in our favour as we headed rapidly up to 3800m. The often desolate trail is steep and indeed very steep in parts with gradients of 70+ degrees. I had forgotten how undulating these Nepalese trails can be. he days varied from five to nine hours per day, and truly painful at times.

Just approaching the full moon, it shone down so brightly, one could see as if day, with long moonlight shadows reflected on the rough terrain.

frozen lake

Hitting 4300m and it was bottom numbingly freezing during the night. A dirty, thick blanket enrobed my 3 seasons sleeping bag where I lay awake, cold and motionless in 2 pairs of full body thermals, a Hard Rock Café, Bogotá sweatshirt, fleece neck-warmer, gloves and jacket, red pashmina scarf and topped off with my Bolivian llama wool hat.

With a local Full Moon festival being held in a neighbouring valley, the trails and remote settlements are almost entirely deserted. My guide, Sherpa Mungma, loved to sing loudly and tunelessly for long periods every day. He found no further favour for having a bad dose of wind for three days. Zed, the porter was a trooper and we enjoyed sharing a bottle of Bond´s Black Label and some varieties of fermented and distilled assorted vegetables to keep out the chill. I would recommend the radish in particular.

Zed - my quality porter and drinking bud

Apart from the ubiquitous dhal baat, the culinary highlights had to include fried Mars bar momos and fried Tibetan bread with Druk orange marmalade.

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I´m heading to the jungles of Chitwan tomorrow.

The Reincarnation of Buddha

An intriguing news story caught my eye last month emanating from Nepal. Ram Bahadur Bamjan (now aged 18) was found meditating under a tree in the jungles in South Nepal in 2005. He came out of the forest for the first time last month, allegedly without taking any food or water. He is clearly in some very deep meditative state and seem by many as “proof” that he is the reincarnation of Buddha. Devotees in their thousands came from many parts of Nepal to Ratanpur, 160kms south of Kathmandu to be touched on the head by the boy. He was silent throughout the blessings. Ram has subsequently walked back into the jungle again. Check out his official website http://www.paldendorje.com/

Chaupals

In Delhi I picked up a copy of "The Week" an excellent India news magazine. In his editorial, Mahesh Dattani bemoans the decline of chaupals. A chaupal is a meeting place (often under a banyan tree and can be found in almost every Indian village. Similar to the old cafés of Montmartre, they provide the environment to discuss social, political and artistic ideas to be shared and mulled over. Post-modernists would claim Starbucks´is now providing this role, but I disagree, people go there to surf or read,. The three cities in the Kathmandu Valley this occurs daily in their respective Durbar Squares. Young and old come and spend time “chewing the fat.”

Today was spent in Baktaphur, the oldest of the three main towns of the valley. It dates back to the 12th century and artistically it is a showpiece of Newari craftsmanship with ornate woodcarving bedecking age-old buildings. Not surprisingly it is part of UNESCO´s World Heritage sites. It is almost like entering a time warp and visiting the Dark Ages. Today was a day for portraits (not a saddhu in sight!) as I get back in practice for village trekking.
http://picasaweb.google.com/aubreygroves67/FacesOfBaktaphur

I´ll shove on some cityscapes at some point.

Tomorrow I will be heading into Langtang National park for an 8 day hike to the Northern glaciers of Langtang. Armed with a Sherpa Mungma, and Zed my porter we´re heading from Kathmandu´s 1300m up to a pass over 4000m. Well that´s the plan if it isn´t too steep! Photos will no doubt go up when I arrive back.

Red Nepal

It´s not Socialist, it´s not even Communist: Nepal´s parliament has a Maoist majority. After 10 years of fighting a Peoples´ War, they now control the majority in the Nepali parliament. Aligned with other Communist and Maoist fringe organizations in India and throughout the Indian Subcontinent. Hang on! Wasn´t Mao a totally deluded nutter? For me, communism makes absolute sense, but Maoism???? I highly recommend the biography by his personal physician, Dr Li Zhi Sui for a fascinating insight into The Man.

The first area where Communists were democratically elected into power was Kerala,on the SW coast. They boast excellent medical care and quality schools and where they have the highest literacy rate in India.

Pashupatinath and Bodhnath

Today was really superbly spent at Pashupatinath and Bodhnath on the north east fringes of Kathmandu. Pashupatinath temple is the holiest of Hindu temples in Nepal and one of the most important Shiva temples on the subcontinent. Although non-Hindus are not admitted into the complex, outside are burnning ghats on the Bagmati river. I was invited to sit and watch the proceedings on two different viewing terraces. Apart from one violent mourner in a succession of cremations, it was all rather serene, and a great place to appreciate the concept of mortality.

Climb up the hill to the Vishwarup (non-Hindus forbidden)and Goraknath temples to find literally a jungle of temples to watch the monkeys. The temple is often used by expected mums´ to ensure the birth of a boy. Huge penis´s adourn the grounds. Past the other side of the hill and you come across the Guhyeshwari Temple dedicated to the Goddesses´vaginas. We should all pay homage to the punani.

There is a short trek across to Bodhnath ends up in a large Tibetan community for it is the largest religious centre in Nepal. Reminded me of home. The centre includes one of the largest stupas in the World and still remains part of the old trading route from Tibet.

I have now uploaded some of today´s photos at http://picasaweb.google.com/aubreygroves67/PashupatinathAndBodhnath including captions.

Some of them are probably not appropriate and viewed at your own discretion. I am happy for anyone to take intrusive pictures at my funeral.

Returning to The Du

It´s been 10 years since I was last in Kathmandu, and although much has changed there is still a charm about this historic city. I chose the International Guest-house just outside Thamel and probably just as well. This classic travellers´den which was basically just a few roads and allies has unleashed its tentacles and sprawled in all directions. Navigation through the dusty and narrow streets remains difficult as you weave through the people and other wildlife, a wide assortment of vehicles, potholes and all kinds of dirt on the road. It was almost reassuring when the electric curfew came on for a few hours in the evening.

Up at dawn to capture some early morning light. Some of the photos of the day can be found at http://picasaweb.google.com/aubreygroves67/Kathmandu

I am hanging around Kathmandu for the next few days as I draw up a plan of action. There is so much to do in Nepal, even though both Annupurna and Everest base camp treks are potentially dangerous at this time of year. Being the start of low season, I´m hoping for some bargains to be had.

It´s sunny, picturesque, dusty and historic. I´m glad to be back in The Du!

England: A Breeding Ground for Terrorists?

To hear that many of the terrorists involved in the Mumbai operations may have originated in Hartlepool, Bradford and Leeds adds to the disillusionment of the last few days. Islamic areas in England which also bred the London bombing attacks. The UK authorities are also guilty for these horrific atrocities. The myth that England is a classic example of a successful multicultural country is shown for what it really is. A myth.

Heading down to Delhi tomorrow and flying to Kathmandu on the 2nd December for five weeks of play so this blog is likely to be only sporadically developed. I´ll try and check in when I can.