Let the Festival Begin…

This month has two major Nepali holidays (at the beginning and end of October)… which means the office is closed and I get the chance to get out and explore more of Nepal and learn more about the culture. Last week was Dashain – THE holiday for Nepali people. I was told that it’s comparable to Christmas… but I don’t think so. It’s so much more… but maybe because my family’s Christmas is more about staying up after midnight mass and tearing through presents and sleeping at dawn.

Dashain is a 15-day holiday in late September/early October that celebrates the goddess Durga’s victory over a buffalo demon. So what does that translate into celebration-wise? Animal sacrifices and going home and visiting every relative you have to receive their blessings (with a little cash on the side as well). Most offices and businesses close for the last 7 days of the festival… and that meant one whole week off!

So for Dashain I headed to Chitwan region with my friend Raj to see how Nepalis celebrate Dashain in his hometown of Narayangarh. It’s a 4-hour motorbike ride from KTM to Narayangarh on one of the major highways of Nepal. Raj put his wife and baby on the bus and we headed out on the motorbike in what seemed like a mass exodus from KTM as everyone was heading to their village to celebrate Dashain. The highway was full of buses packed with people headed to the terai (the southern flat plains of Nepal) as most people aren’t from KTM, they just live there to make money. Lucky for Raj and I had the motorbike to speed past (safely, of course) all the buses with the puking-out-the-window women and children, peeing-into-water-source pit stops for men, and broken down buses with stranded travelers alongside the road.

Dashain is a big family affair… so we just hung out at Raj’s house for the most part. They slaughtered a goat (not Raj… he has no desire to do it himself) as a sacrifice… and because Dashain is also a holiday of excess, there’s enough meat for every meal for the week. We watched a lot of television and played with a lot of children (as his family has sprouted kids while still in their late twenties/early thirties). Kids love Dashain because you get new clothes, money, and there’s giant bamboo swings set up all over the place to play on. Seriously… giant.



kids at the swing by the Narayani River


Raj enjoying the swing.


The main event of Dashain, though, is the 10th day – Vijaya Dashami – which begins the marathon family visiting rounds. Everyone goes to visit their elders to receive tika on their forehead – a blessing symbolizing the third and all-seeing/all-knowing eye – which is a mixture of red powder, rice, and yogurt (to make it stick of course). When you receive tika, money is also exchanged (which I didn’t really get, but found very interesting). Sometimes you give money to the elder giving you tika, but then a lot of them gave me money and I didn’t even do anything. I felt bad taking their money… I mean, it’s not my religion, culture, or even my holiday! I was told to just take the money or they would take offense. So I got about 400 NRS (around $5). We started at Raj’s parents’ house and then motorbiked all over Narayangarh and the surrounding villages to sit and chat with his relatives and receive tika. Raj was telling me that on tika day it’s customary to visit all your relatives and accumulate tika by midnight, however because he has so many relatives, he gets 4 days to finish the marathon. That’s 4 days of family time, folks. Plus the 3 days before hanging out with the immediate family. It’s exhausting… and it wasn’t even my family! Can you imagine celebrating Dashain in the US?? It already takes like 14 hours from Boston to my hometown in North Carolina! Not to mention all the relatives out in California! No way.

Me getting tika from Raj's dad.


I was really happy that Raj invited me to his family’s home in Narayangahr. It was great to really get to experience Dashain with Nepalis. His family was so nice to me and so welcoming. They seemed happy to share their culture with me. Kind of makes me regret not living with a Nepali family back here in KTM… then I remember the pros and cons of living with a host family in Uzbekistan.

The ride to and from Narayangahr once again made me so happy to be living here. It was so beautiful. The highway travels alongside a river through the hills back to KTM valley. Here’s some pictures that don’t even do this place justice. You really have to see this place to believe it.

Me, Raj, and his little nephew riding around Narayangahr on Raj's bike.


Morning view from the temple on a hill above Narayangahr


The temple with a queue of all the folks who also hiked up... but for obvious better reasons than mine.



Views from the back of the motorbike on the highway.

The Trip So Far… (24/08/08)

I’ve got a long(ish) layover in New Delhi, India before I finish out the last leg of my trip to Kathmandu. So I’m just hanging out at the airport… in their “transit lounge.” Whatever that means. Basically, it’s a holding area for everyone that is here hours before their flights (mine is at 6:15am and I got here at 10:50pm). Jen wouldn’t like it because there’s a bird flying around in here. Yeah, I don’t know what that’s about either.

But so far, the trip has been fine. Everyone from Jet Airways keeps asking me if I’m flying alone. Seriously, I’m not an unattended kid. They mean well, though. And they give me extra blankets and pillows too.  The flight to Brussels seemed to take forever, but it could be because my seat mate was not getting up at any cost. And thanks for wearing that overpowering cologne, too, dude. I usually like long flights. I like the individual tv screens and movies on demand and food brought to you at even intervals. Jet Airways passes out hot and cold towels, too, so that’s a nice touch. It’s no Cathay Pacific and the yummy sweet buns, but it’ll do.

I watched a few movies that I had either missed or didn’t want to pay $9 to see. The Other Boleyn Girl, 21, parts of Vantage Point, and the first half of Definitely, Maybe. I don’t like to sleep on planes usually unless it’s sleep time in wherever my destination is, just so the jet lag isn’t that bad upon arrival. There goes that bird again… But now I’m here at the Delhi airport and I don’t want to sleep. Since I am by myself, who knows what could happen to my stuff if I sleep. I made friends with a nice Nepali guy from Pokhara and he offered to help me with ground transportation at KTM airport. Luckily, my org is sending someone to meet me at the airport. I have no idea how I would have negotiated a taxi without knowing any Nepali.

At this point, I’m pretty tired… excited (finally), but tired. I’m interested to see what my daily life will be like in Kat. The people I’m living with are all westerners, so I guess that’ll be nice to come home to. There’s lots of westerners here at the Delhi airport too… each with their own copy of Lonely Planet’s guidebook on Nepal. I own one too (I even have it in my carryon), but I’m not busting it out here. The Jet Airways people here at the airport thought that I was Nepali and so did my new Nepali friend. I guess I’m pretty lucky for being able to pass as a lot of different ethnicities.