Club Himalaya Hotel Bhaktapur

Sisneri is very Beautiful Place of Earth. Its just a 10 km away form Kathmandu downtown. Three side of Sisneri is surrounded by lovely hills. Which is covered by flora and fauna and many endangered plants, medicative herbs, birds (including Spiny Babler) and much more. The people of Sisneri are very friendly and coperative. We can see a long range of Snow mountain including Gauri Shankar and Ganesh Himal and whole Kathmandu valley with our open eye. Its very amazing and thriling.

... Come 3:30 am a big bell clang. What was that? Back to sleep, not to much later clang and clang again, what's up? After a few more times of this I realized we were over a little Hindu prayer temple and people do their prayers with a bell clang before breakfast. I had an early start on this day. Hope everything is well back home with everybody and I'll blog you soon.

... to stay calm and think logically. The place looks so different in the dark! To make matters worse it was filled with locals and not a westerner in sight! But suddenly I spotted the sign to my hotel and rapidly headed that way&#8230;phew!!<br><br>You can see a few photos here of the place but to be honest I feel a bit of a heathen as I could not be bothered to take that many photos as I am not that interested in this stuff. How many temples can ...

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... of the town and he is seated with folded arms and facing the Golden Gate. The interesting Golden Gate or Sun Dhoka is the entrance to the main royal palace which is heavily guarded and access to us was denied. The gate has some nice work with a garuda, serpents and the goddess Taleju Bhawani being shown.<br><br>Nadine braved the street food carts and snacked on pani puri which is a popular snack for daytime. The moustachi-oed vendor takes a puffy hollowed ...

... like the motorbike mechanics, the pavement sewing machinists and barbers, the corner chai wallah's shop and the wooden drum artisans.<br><br>Cartloads of anything and everything were being pushed through the streets and everything else was being carried in rickshaws or on people's backs or their heads. The shopfronts were equally as interesting with all kinds of random business including one shop displaying used dentures. The trading day was in full swing with people haggling ...

... up to the sky and my eyes closed with happiness. The wind blows in the windows, so loud I can&#8217;t hear my own singing. I am surrounded by my best friends and allies, people who have helped me become who I am today, people who have helped me become a stronger, more positive and outgoing person; these are the people who have built my self-confidence and who stretched the smile across my face. I danced my way to Kathmandu with these people, and they will stay engraved in my memory always.

... mantras fluttering in the wind. The Buddha's eyes seemed to follow us wherever we went. Heading back to our feral hotel we dodged three ladies with babies all trying out the same 'you buy money for milk for the baby' scam. We ate at a cosy little restaurant called Double Dorje.Next morning we were up and about early so we could catch the morning peak hour around the stupa. There were very few tourists around except for foreign Buddhist students ...

... the mounds. Around this time we also picked up a stray dog and two little kids who followed at our heels. <br><br>And the river really was the smelliest thing imaginable. Unreal. This was when I broke out my pollution face-mask. I had previously been hiding this accessory for fear of making Kelley think, "where has Jodi taken me??" But it was so smelly, so exhausty, so dusty....I just couldn't hold out anymore. After the bridge, it wasn't too bad ...

... schedule of nationwide power outages. Some days there is no power, other days there is up to four hours. These evening chats-- necessitated by the communist darkness-- were kinda weird. <br><br>It all started out innocently. Limbu was drinking his 'traditional brew,' and he showed me pictures of family outings and of butterflies. We kept chatting, and Limbu kept drinking. As he became tipsy, we started talking about the stickier ...