On March 1st, Steve and I arrived to Kathmandu, Nepal, around 8pm. We grabbed a taxi to our hostel, Zostel Kathmandu, and checked in, then promptly grabbed a beer (or 2). After an entire stress-filled day of tying up loose ends and shutting down accounts in the pouring rain, a late night (err, 4 am morning) at the bars in downtown Daegu, South Korea saying sad “see-you-later”s to our beloved friends, an early (530 am) departure to Incheon Airport, and a hectic sprint through the airport in Chengdu, China, we definitely needed to decompress and de-stress once we had reached our first destination in Nepal! We went to bed a few hours after arriving to our hostel, only to awake the next morning to our 5:30 am alarms, yet again, so that we could make it to the tourist bus station by 6 am for a 7 am departure. We got the the bus station, which was more of a dirt road with buses parked along the curb, threw our bags in the back of the bus, and ventured to a local cafe for coffee. However, we quickly decided against coffee, as we are well aware of what it does to our bowels, and didn’t want to have to deal with that ordeal on a multi-hour bus ride. Instead, we grabbed some croissants and bottles of water, then boarded the bus and awaited the departure towards Pokhara.
The bus stopped along the river at a road-side rest stop around 10am and we had some Nepali breakfast. It was about $4 per person, all vegetarian, and included chapati, a sort of chow mein, dal baat (lentils), and dumplings. After filling up so early in the day, the bus continued on. Around 11:30am, we reached a town called Dumre, which is where there is a crossroads to head North or South in Nepal. We alighted from the bus at this junction, then hopped in a jam-packed Jeep with 4 other foreigners and all of our bags. In this shared taxi, we turned off the main road and headed up a winding mountain road to a village town on top of the mountains, called Bandipur. It was in Bandipur where we would be spending the night with a Nepali host family. After a 15-20 minute taxi ride, we were dropped at the edge of a town square where the road ended. We hoisted our (much too heavy) backpacks onto our backs, opened up the wonderful offline map app (Maps.me) and followed a foot path through the town square and to our homestay. The village was not like anything we had seen thus far in Nepal- with cobble stone walkways surrounded by anachronistic buildings crawling with bougainvillea vines, framed by hills reaching up over 1,300 meters in every direction.
Upon reaching our homestay in Bandipur, we were introduced to the mother/wife, Giddah, and the father/husband, Ram. They led us downstairs to the bottom floor of the house and showed us to a simple room which overlooked Giddah’s garden and the surrounding hillsides.
View from Giddah’s garden.
As we relaxed in awe of the views from our room, Giddah brought down some freshly sliced cucumbers and carrots from her garden. We weren’t aware at this time that our home stay would include all of our meals, so we asked her if it would be alright to join her and her family for dinner. She promptly assured us that would be fine, and that we should meet at 7pm. After settling for a bit, Steve and I wandered up to the roof of their home so we could see the views from 4 floors up. While up there, we asked about a cave, Siddah cave, that I had read about. Siddah cave is at the bottom of the hill(s) which Bandipur is sprawled across. It is the largest cave in Nepal, and supposedly the 2nd largest cave in South Asia. Giddah told us that her husband, Ram, would walk with us to the cave if we would like to see it. We said: sure! And off we went.
When we hiked through Bandipur the the very top of their hill and could see down the backside of the hill, Ram pointed to a ridge off in the distance, seemingly miles away and hundreds of meters down in evelation, and said that was where the cave was. We walked down hundreds and hundreds of stairs for over an hour and a half. Finally, we reached the entrance to the cave. After paying about $1.50 each, a guide led Steve, Ram, and I into the trenches! It was massive inside, with a bunch of different rooms including one that fills with water during monsoon season and turns into a massive swimming pool for the locals, hundreds of bats perched on the rooftop, ladders to climb up and down, and areas where we were rock climbing up slippery rocks using an old, soaked rope to grip onto. After an hour of wandering around only a small percentage of the cave, we finished up our tour and began the trek back up to Bandipur, 2 hours of nothing but going up the stairs this time! Along the path we saw a handful of massive white-faced monkeys playing in the trees; Ram told us that these monkeys are really dangerous, so he threw some stones at them to make sure they didn’t come near. He also informed us that if the monkeys are around, then there are no tigers during that time of year, and when the tigers are around, there are no monkeys.
As we were still about 30-40 minutes from the top of the Bandipur hill, we saw some dark clouds roll in and heard the thunder roar. I asked Ram, “Is it going to rain?” And he looked at the clouds and said, “No, not until tomorrow.” I didn’t believe him based on my own assessment of the clouds, the shift in wind and temperature, and the noises I could hear but... he lived in these mountains and probably knows their weather better than me! At the top of the hill, we stopped to enjoy the views and visit a Bhuddist temple. We then made our way back to Ram’s house- hungry, hot, dusty, and exhausted.
About two seconds after we got back inside the house, torrential downpour accompanied a tremendous thunder and lightning storm. It was so loud, shook the entire house, and quickly wiped out the electricity for the town. I asked Giddah for some boiled bath water, rinsed off in the dark, then wandered back upstairs to the main part of the house. The kids invited us into to the sleeping room, where Ram and Giddahs daughter, Garima, and son, Garauv shared a bed alongside Ram and Giddah’s bed, which was also in the same room as Ram’s elderly mother and fathers beds. We sat down on Ram and Garima’s bed, which was strange for us, but seemed so normal for them to have us in their sleeping quarters. Garima, who was about 10 years old, could already speak English pretty well. She wanted to play some hand games with me and sing songs. We sang the ABCs for her in the tune that most Westerner’s sing it in, as well as the tune that they sing the ABCs with in Zambia. She taught us the tune they learn it to in Nepal, which was also so different than anything I’ve heard before. After playing hand games and singing songs with the kids for about 30 minutes, Giddah told us it was time to eat. They rearranged some table and chairs in their storage room, and stuffed Ram, Steve, and me into the small, cramped space. Giddah then brought us out the traditional Nepali staple food that they eat for 2-3 meals a day, Dal Bhat. Dal Bhat refers to a sort of lentil soup that is poured over rice and accompanied by some curried vegetables and pickled vegetables. Giddah also slaughtered one of their chickens that I had observed on their roof, after she asked me if we eat meat. So again, everything that we feasted on during our home stay came directly from Giddah’s home.
Upon waking up the next morning and having some chai tea, eggs, and homemade muffins for breakfast, Giddah told us she wanted to show us her children’s school. Both of her kids attended a Catholic Mission school up the road. The campus was beautiful, sprawled down the hillside, and was covered in vegetation. They also had animal husbandry projects, which included chickens, goats, buffalo, rabbits, and guinea pigs. We got to meet some of the nuns that run the school and talk with them. One of the sisters, the principal, was from Japan and had started this school here in Bandipur 30 years ago. We also met two sisters from the US, who were not only sisters in the nunnery but actual blood sisters, and got to speak with them about their experiences. We of course asked about religion classes, it being a Catholic mission school in an area where most people are Hindu and Buddhist, and they explained that they don’t push any religion, but instead teach a course called ‘Morals and Ethics,’ which is actually part of the Nepalese government’s curriculum, and taught the basic morals and ethics that most religions value, such as not to lie, not to steal, treat people how you want to be treated, etc. It was nice to get to chat with the nuns and learn more about the school systems in rural areas of Nepal.
We stuck around for a bit to help Ram develop his profile and settings on AirBnB, which is how I found this homestay, so that he could make more money and attract more guests to come and stay with their family. Steve and I find that doing homestays with locals while we travel is one of the best ways to get to know the culture and experience the day to day lives of the people in the countries we are visiting, rather that just staying at hostels, touring through towns, and meeting no one but other foreigners.
Just as we were leaving, Garauv ran down and opened up their family shop, where they mostly sold school and office supplies.
We said our goodbyes, walked out through their cute little village square, then grabbed a taxi back down the mountain to the main road. From here, we jumped in a bus that was heading from Kathmandu to Pokhara, and continued on our journey.