Bandipur

Monday was Holi, the Festival of Colours day. Had we known before planning our visit to Bandipur, we would have remained another day in Kathmandu. Roshani had asked more than once, “will you be here Monday?” She’d then explain the day’s importance - the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, the unity of all peoples.

Originally a festival day for Hindus alone, Nepalese throughout the country now celebrate it, with no greater passion than in Kathmandu according to Roshani.

We didn’t listen well enough and carried on, arriving in Bandipur early in the afternoon. After cleaning up and taking our rest, we set out to explore the Newar hilltop town while daylight permitted.

But not before receiving a photo from Sugat, with Roshani and our friend Marco.

Having come to know Sugat, Pa and I believed he was rubbing it in a bit.

People come to Bandipur for many reasons, it’s stunning vistas among them.

Walking a short distance from the Hotel Aagamon, we passed the first of many historic Newari homes,

then stopped to admire some youthful revelers.

After dinner we went out again.

It was quiet,

with the exception of four lads not quite ready to call it a day.

At breakfast, Imal taught us to make masala tea,

using his choice of ingredients,

Cardamon

Clove

Ground Peppercorn

Black loose leaf tea

Milk

Sugar

brought to a boil,

then strained.

If I could get masala tea everywhere, I’d never drink coffee again.

By breakfast’s end, Bandipur was waking up,

and ready for the day.

At work,

heading to school,

hanging out with mom,

or just out for a stroll.

Bandipur is one of those places you never knew existed. But finding it, you’ll never forget it.