Export of the soul — Nepal diffuse line

In the resolve to go to Nepal before and don't know where there is snow, lakes and jungle.

It can be said that the home of the Buddha, the only thing that makes me dream soul wound is such a picture: stars, you can sit in the square du BA tall towers at the site of the temple and street lights shadows oblique long, even if they don't belong there, but also as mummies. Nepal coming out fans soul scent I found out this is a country hosting the imagination. So September day I stand at the red brick of the airport.

By hotel car Shuttle in the narrow streets.

Messy, unordered and turbid air is my first impression of Kathmandu, but I believe that each country's temperament from their different development paths. But I would imagine not out my dream scene in this congested city. If this is old and realistic boundaries, or eyes deceived the brain.

Kathmandu (Kathmandu) is the capital of Nepal.

Located is surrounded on three sides by mountains of all Valley (Kathmandu Valley), altitude 1,300 m. In Kathmandu, with a total feel passer-by. Living in tourists in the Tamil region, and numerous Western tourists packed, it is then a little: paper products, shawl, clothing, books, fresh tea leaves and let people can't help but fall. Although I know that in Tamil see just one corner, but every day has come and novelty. For example, evening full of street handsome soldier brother loomed permeability out of the turbulent atmosphere, but they have eagerly towards you smile, and you say "namaste (Hello)". Another example, the world tourism day on the night of the South Gate of Tamil, local boys and with music, dancing disco, from time to time there are tourists to join. All night illuminated, dancing crowd spilling over into the streets. They sang the songs of local jumps forward. It was also slap you on the shoulder, using English to say: "Your girlfriend is pretty!" Maybe it all and in the country to see different, therefore we are never close and relax. Here all is life bar and petty bourgeoisie, inclusive of the nationality and background, the collision of ancient and modern. Tamil is a just and Nepal elsewhere, different exquisite small box, costumes, is the most important in the economy of Nepal's tourism industry.

Small increase has had 7 Department of the world cultural heritage.

Spent two days to take photos and browse through cursory: Bo Daha da (Bouddha Stupa), de Royan cloth stupa (Swayambhunath Stupa) and Nepal's largest Hindu temples Passo tirumalai Debnath Temple (Pashupatinath Temple), and so on, seems to be very fresh and unfamiliar, there seems to be no surprises. I know, I think of Nepal has not yet appeared.

Until we got despatin (Patan), history of the tunnel seems inkling.

The ancient city was founded in despatin a.d. III record, everywhere there are Hindu temple in the city and the Buddhist relics, the four pillars of the city is said to be 250 year Ashoka b.c. (Ashoka). Bafatan Lalitpur, formerly known as the "art city", the main building on the existing mostly 16-18 centuries Malla Dynasty built the monarch.

Blue sky and white clouds, the famous Temple of "black days" (Krishna Mandir), you can not be at a loss for words to get excited? this is a completely built with stones of the temple, it is said that its construction is no piece of wood inch nail, alone with the stones of their own mosaic completed this 20 small tower kiosk at high 5 storey tower building, is a miracle.

There are also superior Yoganarendra Malla Kings statue, sometimes several Dove remain in the hands of his many hundreds of years ago the ancient worship of the solidification of these stone carving wood buildings. Lightly brushed on Buddha history of body temperature rises in the Palm of the hand slowly, do not know how many people have the same number of years before you touch the stone, who they are? how do they live?

Pago Tan TU PA square was idle, some local people chatting, some in a trance, some falling, there is a written guide, they will ask you the word of the Earth is not a required explanation and leading the way, ask a bit more inevitable irritable.

I don't know why the life here so slow, but always dials in to remind you of the passing of time, see a.m. and 5 p.m. There is a difference. Even the dogs are looking for a shadow of sleep, even if it was passed, it is more than just lifting eyes, maybe what you didn't see it continue to sleep. You can imagine this is the day to day life.

The reason to go to Pago Tan just because some people say that if you go to Bhaktapur, Pago Tan is no longer so attractive.

As it turns out, no doubt, Bhaktapur is our favorite cities, because here we finally saw the imagination of Nepal — a heavy sense of history and the shadow of the statue sunset. Everything to stay in the moment, the perfect combination, slowly open the doors to history.

Bhaktapur (Bhaktapur) are not far away combined, is said to be the ninth century, when King Ananda Raja Malla shapes by pishinu built.

Arrived is twilight. A foot into the du Pakistan square just like the entire space-time of the machine is pulled into the history of the curtain, and this all out, but are in no way affect your go snooping, doomed to you only as a tourist. Their feet are still kept, not because of the arrival of tourists and changed direction.

In the highly prestigious shiva guest house (Shiva hotel) live, they couldn't throw open their Windows, eager breath belongs to Nepal.

-Outside eaves full of exquisite woodcarving, this ancient building is part of the world cultural heritage, a bit excited at the thought of this suddenly. The entire du bus Plaza at a glance. The sun slowly sunk inThe old gods behind only temples corner of Bell also alone watch, occasionally a few late this wings of birds. Downstairs has been passed from the gods Tower side, evening sunlight and lights cast a shadow of oblique mottled, history is so quiet.

The next day, we get 6 points to feel morning fresh Bhaktapur.

At this point the visitors, local residents ' life more abundantly clear. There is reason to believe that this may be a few hundred years never change history. Ceramic tight Hey square corridors, a group of men in voices singing couldn't understand song, some pious seriously, some people have confused the two eyes. Our eyes of fresh is nothing more than their day to day in the proceedings.

When Dawn dawn into the millions of people, men and women of the old and young, less will carry a dedicated to the gods plea to the temple.

They are usually small disk Shen at romance of rice, and yellow petals like plea, put them in front of the statue, and offering high quality and soil mixing together, a little bit in the lotion in the forehead and eyes, known as "tika" (tika), to show the symbol of the gods. In Nepal, the ubiquitous statues of various forms, the ground was a small hole, street side did not know what the stones can be a God. In this country, religion is life. Instead of a big party, once preen. In our view of reach God has infiltrated their blood and national soul.

In the afternoon, a man in the high tower of trance, quietly watched from residents.

Here, even if they're magnificent beautiful ancient building to give you a feeling of more shock, you wouldn't think that history is surrounded the visit of things, but in the real life. Walking in the depths of the lanes, more real life unfolds before us. The Sun from penetrating into the engraved pane, in the light wood circular movements. A man in a sleepy, another group of children playing play tirelessly. Gallery angle eaves cyclotron is not away old feeling.