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by Bin Xu

Published on December 28, 2015 12:48

December 26, 2012. Start, arrive

Start in the morning, a little "innovation" -- in order to save money and convenience, I choose to take the subway; In order to stagger the peak, I choose to get up early and travel early. However, the departure is not smooth.

It starts at dawn and travels in the rain. After a long walk, I found that I didn't bring my mobile phone with me, so I had to go back to get it. When I got to Metro Line 4, I had to wait for a long time. When the bad news came, the line in front of me was paralyzed and in urgent repair

In a word, it didn't delay the work, but it squeezed into the rush hour and arrived at the airport with luggage. It's better to take a bus or take a taxi than to know the hardships along the way.

Arrived at the airport is hungry, eat a bowl of noodles, lost a wallet. However, when I didn't find it and I was not anxious, the young men from the restaurant sent it to me. When I wanted to get it back, they meticulously and conventionally asked me to check a series of information, which was a bit troublesome. In a country without integrity, their carefulness and triviality are right. They actively cooperate, take back their wallets, take a long sigh of relief, comfort themselves secretly, and keep their bad luck in 2012.

So, with endless yearning for India and Nepal, he got on the plane with high spirits. I changed planes in Hong Kong, got on an Indian plane, and soon I smelled the Indian smell. It was a light, strange, strange, strange and strange smell. In addition, the turbulence of the plane made me feel a little nauseous and turned my head to the porthole. Out of the window is the sky, the sky is still the sky, sunny different. One after another under the dark clouds, pure blue, where the elegant is white clouds, in the sun, slightly red.

This trip, India's trip is Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, known as India tourism "Golden Triangle", the three city, is the essence of India's ancient history and humanities. In concept, India is a country with complex, passionate and colorful history, and my first impression is - disrespectful, but it's really my first impression - it's a dark, lazy and melancholy dog.

It was 9:30 p.m. when we arrived at Indira Gandhi airport. Originally, the "nine finger Lotus" with Indian characteristics in the airport would give every passenger an extraordinary shock, but we were in a hurry. The tour leader was not very experienced. He urged us to be happy all the way. We didn't have time to look at India, which is familiar in books and far away in our impression, until we got out of the gate and waited for our guide in the dark and cold waiting hall.

It is said that there are many dogs in India. Such is the case. Just out of Tangtang International Airport, there are four or five skinny dogs walking leisurely among the passengers. Fortunately, they don't beg or bark. They are at peace. They just leave a preconceived impression on our trip to India.

The tour guide is a typical Indian guy. On the way from the airport to the hotel, before the journey started, we learned a lot: the national flower of India is lotus, the national tree is Bodhi, and the national fruit is mango.

India is not a nation that is good at singing and dancing. It's not what we see in the movies, just like the Chinese people can't fly on stilts. It's misunderstood that movies enter the world before people—— So said the guide. Tour guides are graduates of famous universities in India. They have a wide range of knowledge and are good at induction.

Most importantly, Buddhism accounts for less than 1% in India, while Hinduism is the national religion and the great religion, accounting for more than 80%. It's incredible. What's the matter with the national flower lotus, the nine finger lotus in the airport, and the national tree Bodhi? In doubt, the guide said that Hinduism is not a religion, but an attitude towards life and a belief. In the long history of development, Buddhism is separated.

In the clouds.

It is said that Hinduism originated from the Vedic and Brahmanic religions in ancient India and is one of the major religions in the world. It also refers to the religions in the Indian cultural circle. It has 1.05 billion followers (1993 Statistics), second only to Christianity, which has 1.5 billion followers, and Islam, which has 1.1 billion followers. The so-called "Hinduism" is a comprehensive appellation of religion, philosophy, culture and social customs in the Indian cultural circle. Its beliefs, philosophy and ethical views are complex, diverse and even contradictory. India's social classes, groups and different cultural classes have different beliefs and practices, which makes it difficult for people to make a recognized and clear definition of Hindu beliefs and characteristics.

It's still in the clouds. Religion is really the biggest knowledge in the world. It needs extensive knowledge, enough intelligence, a lot of energy and time to study it. Religious belief is not just for the sake of God's blessing. I'd like to introduce a layman, "if you're poor, you'll be alone." he'll be calm and kind to others. He won't bring trouble to God.

On December 27, we started our trip to the golden triangle. From Delhi to Agra, it's messy and dangerous.

On this trip, Delhi, Agra and Jaipur in northern India are developed areas. From the map, they are almost an equilateral triangle, which is called the golden triangle.

Start in the morning, from Delhi to Agra, complete a line in the golden triangle. This journey has opened my eyes. Crowding, disorder, noise and congestion are all expected, but what we see and experience is far more than that. Our vocabulary is very poor, so we can only express it with confusion. There are many people, cattle, horses, dogs and even pigs in the middle of the road. I can't understand what these captive animals are doing when they are slaughtered for people to eat and drink. The animals, plants and utensils in front of us are all covered in a dusty atmosphere, and seem to be unified into the same kind of objects.

Road, not road. Say it's a parking lot, a juggling area, a free market, a garbage dump... It's OK, but it's not like a road. There is no clear lane, no sidewalk, people, animals and vehicles crowded together. Occasionally, there are policemen standing on the high and dusty sentry box, yawning and waving their arms lazily.

In addition to pedestrians, there are also long-distance bus drivers on the road. When they are in traffic jams, they get out of the car to take in fresh air. In fact, it's not fresh. The air is full of dust and animals mixed together with a special smell. Some even wash their faces and brush their teeth to start a new day. Under the car, there are birds and dogs. Peddlers are among them, peddling cheap food and small commodities. There are also jugglers, leading monkeys and the like, looking around, looking for business opportunities.

We sat on the bus and communicated with the outside world through the window. You can only use your eyes, or you may get into trouble. A little monkey jumped on the window and scratched his ears on the other side of the glass. The companion looked funny and took a picture. Flash attracted monkey owner, blocking in front of the car, must charge. That tough look scared a car of people. Later, under the coordination of the tour guide, he gave dozens of rubles to settle the matter, and the loss was not too great. Guide care, be careful in the future, otherwise in case of trouble, he can not predict the consequences. As for what to be careful and how to be careful, he didn't say, and everyone didn't ask. Anyway, we only have three days to stay. No matter how energetic we are, we can bear it. Besides, almost all of our cars are retired people.

The tour guide is a local, not tall, dark, with a slightly long and well-defined face. He is a typical Indian we have seen in the film. I have never been to China, but I speak fluent Chinese. I have no problem communicating with him. I admire his learning ability. He is also a person with strong learning ability. He graduated from Nehru University, a famous university in India. We feel a little sorry for him, but he is proud to say that there are more than 20000 people in Delhi who have passed the test of tour guide, 367 of them have passed the test, and only five of them have passed the test of Chinese tour guide. Tour guide is probably a good career, just like in the early days of China's reform and opening up, all foreign-related people are good jobs.

A tour guide graduated from a famous university is very man - I don't know if this is the Indian character. When the car was parked at the Taj Mahal, there was a lot of confusion. A few hawkers blocked the door of the car at first, then they just walked into the car and said something to the guide. Then the two sides quarreled. At that time, the tour guide was in the back of the car, while the peddlers outside the car gathered around to look like something big happened. Wenwen's Guide got angry and rushed over alone. It was useless for us to persuade him. Then he jumped out of the car and went into the peddlers. The driver and his assistant got off at the same time. We only saw a group of people pushing and shoving away through the window. After a long time, the driver came back and got on the bus. He immediately looked friendly and said that it was OK. Such things happen every day in the scenic spot, but today they happen to him, which makes the troublemaker suffer. It turns out that those people are not peddlers, but rogues - maybe we can use this word to identify them. They think that most of the tour guides with Chinese team have no license, but in fact they do. When there are as many as 600 or 700 tour guides with Chinese team, only more than 20 of them hold the license legally, and the scoundrels often get it easily, so they take it as a profession to bully and blackmail, and report it to the police without punishment. And our guide, rightfully dragged those people together to go to the police, they retreated, there was no violence.

People say that the most beautiful scenery is on the road. In India, we can see that there is no scenery on the road, only the real life and environment of the local people, which is the real humanity. Along the way, you can feel the great shore in history, the buildings are old and magnificent, but now, everything is hidden in embarrassment. But at least they still exist. If there is a great man among the descendants of India, he can restore a real country and stand up in his own place. Perhaps, it is also a kind of scenery. it ' s a rewarding trip.

All the way bumpy, car crawling in the chaos. By the time we arrived at Agra, we were exhausted, and the castle of Agra was barely uplifting. Walking along the long red wall, teasing the carefree squirrels on the lawn, stepping on the stone steps of hundreds of years, walking on the castle platform overlooking Agra, leisurely entering the original intention of leisure and novelty hunting in a strange country. Behind the red fort is an Islamic style palace built of white marble. All the flowers and plants on the walls are inlaid with semi precious stones. It's a place with a story. It's called "the place where love begins". It's the place where Shahjahan meets Taj. It's also a model of the coexistence of Hindu, Muslim and Jewish architectural styles. You can often see the hexagonal symbol of Judaism and the lotus pattern of Hinduism under the vault of Islam. The style is integrated.

And I only care about the pleasure of her beauty.

Agra has a more famous place than Agra itself - the Taj Mahal. The Taj Mahal is famous for its luxury, nobility and aestheticism. But when we went there, it was as simple and direct as ever. It's about ten minutes' drive from the castle to the Taj Mahal. There's no artificial catering and decoration. In the parking lot outside the castle, we changed cars - because the bus couldn't get to the Taj Mahal. There was a lot of chaos and noise. The dispute between our guide and the peddler happened at that time and place. This kind of thing happens one after another, so the parking lot is in a mess. It's so chaotic that we are afraid. If we didn't follow the team, I would be afraid and give up. The transfer cars are slightly larger than the three wheeled motorcycles seen in China, with awning and seats, but they are old, worn-out and dirty. Solid ground plug, plug in a dozen people. The motorcycles are almost crowded in front of the Taj Mahal between dust, dangerous houses, garbage, people and animals. It takes quite a long line and quite strict security to get into the Taj Mahal. During the waiting period, I learned some things: queuing is divided into men and women; The ticket price of foreign tourists is almost ten times higher than that of local people; There was a long line to go to visit the mausoleum. At that time, foreigners could go directly to the mausoleum, which was expensive and had corresponding benefits.

The huge Taj Mahal is a sea of people. Besides foreign tourists, there are also many local people in India. India is also a populous country. Compared with China's scenic spots, India is not inferior in number. The scenery is extraordinary. Even in the daytime, the white arc of the Taj Mahal still reflects beautiful light, with a slight haze. The blue pool seems to be as bright and mysterious as the moon. The perfect symmetrical structure of the Taj Mahal is like a dream, a little dizzy, and a sense of absurdity across time and space. It's like people's joys and sorrows of that era passed to their hands across time, still warm. But there are too many people to photograph her luxury and dreamlike beauty.

After walking through the Taj Mahal, go to her back, where there is a river, very wide, the widest place like the river, like the sea. It shocked me and sighed! Precious and poor, luxury and dilapidated, beautiful and ugly, miracle and humble... All kinds of extremes can be so seamlessly linked together. The river passes through the Taj Mahal, leaving behind a beautiful and natural curve, which runs to the unknown distance. It should be a very beautiful and romantic landscape, but it is full of rubbish. The Bank of the river is just rubbish. I can't bear to see it, and it stinks.

Do you know, beautiful Taj.

Do you know that for the sake of Taj Mahal's beauty, shamahan has spared no effort to spend 20000 manpower and 17 years.

After dinner, the guide took us to a cashmere store. After coming out, his attitude has obviously changed.

The scenery on the road. More than 200 kilometers, saw a traffic police; All the cars were crowded together, including carriages and camels; Students are a beautiful scenery;

scenic spot.

From scenic spot to scenic spot.

The world famous Taj Mahal. There is a river behind the mausoleum. The scenery is good, but the smell is unbearable.

December 28, Jaipur pink.

Another line, from Agra to Jaipur. Jaipur is a very poetic City, also has a very poetic name - red pink city. The whole city is pink. Not only the roofs and walls are pink, but also the sari of women prefer pink, which is more colorful than other places.

What we saw on the road was the same as the day before, gradually forming a mindset. India was like this: dirty, chaotic and disorderly. There are a lot of people, and they are unrestrained. Every family has four or five children. The ground must be unbearable, so they develop into the air. Many simple houses are built on top of each other. On the top platform, there are usually many children playing. They are innocent, lively and happy. There are as many livestock as people, but they are not in order. They either run about or pace leisurely on the road. After a tour in India, I deeply feel the difference between home and house. At the foot of the side wall of the tree and among the trees, a few rags set up a triangular tent. A group of men, women, old and young crowded inside. It was home.

Aesthetic will be tired, not to mention the world outside the window. I took out the book and began to read it. It was very cold in the car, even colder than yesterday. The cold wind came through the thick crack of the window. The first stop was my body. I hang my coat by the window to keep out the wind, put my camera bag on my leg to keep warm, shrink my head into my shoulder blades as much as possible, and occasionally throw chocolate into my mouth to protect the only heat in my body.

I think of my scarf.

The day before yesterday, after visiting the Taj Mahal and looking at the slanting sun in the west, we thought that the day's journey was over, but the tour guide's arrangement was not over. On the bus, we talked about Kashmir's geography, history, the reality of war and the world-famous wool, and then sent us into a shop. The shop is full of scarves and blankets of various colors. There are more goods than the customers. Absolutely, because there was almost no one in the shop before we went in. Take a seat, serve tea, teach wool knowledge, let us believe that our eyes are all from war-torn places absolutely good (so the price is not cheap). However, only three scarves were sold in the end, two of which I bought. It's not a need, it's not really thinking how good these things are, it's a shame. I've been serving a large group of people like you for a long time, but I didn't get anything?

At that time, it was not necessary to buy Scarves, but now it is necessary to keep out the cold. When I entered the rest station, I took out the scarf from the bottom compartment of the bus full of luggage and wrapped it around my neck layer by layer. After a while, even the nerve endings of my hands and feet warmed up. I walked inside and outside the rest station very comfortably. I watched the monkeys on the mottled wall skilfully jump around and looked at the desolate land outside the wall. I thought contentedly that I was just a tourist, I'm leaving soon.

Jaipur is the hub of the Silk Road in India. You can't miss visiting the market and shopping here. So the guide also took us to a market. But his enthusiasm is obviously reduced, and he didn't make much introduction. I don't know whether it's a market, just like Taobao, or just a relatively large rest station. The place is very large, there are many stalls, daily necessities such as Indian essential oil, Indian incense, tea and so on. Textiles of various colors, hand-made printing and dyeing, and printed cotton cloth are excellent, and high-end and plain faced gems, diamond ivory carvings, lacquerware and so on are also everywhere. The price is not cheap. I believe they are worth it. It's just that I'm short of money and I don't have to live. So I just went around and bought a postcard. Indian businessmen are very honest. I think the price is fair. Unexpectedly, they gave postcards and stamps. The bazaar is very "Indian", and the stall owners are even more "Indian". The men are wearing headscarves and beards, and the women are mostly sari.

Finally, the sun came out, it was a little warm, and the fog in the car was dripping. When the car enters the countryside, it gets faster, but it also shakes badly. It's difficult to sit still, not to mention reading. Put down the book and close your eyes. Suddenly think of "border town", this hard road, is not and Shen Congwen have a fight ah.

I've been to many places all day. Amber castle, tiger castle, city palace... Have we visited? probably.

Every afternoon, when the sun is still high, I enter the hotel. The next day, I rush to another city for four or five hours. I don't know whether the travel agency's arrangement is not good, or the first day, we don't cover our pockets to annoy the tour guide. The best time of the day is to move along the crowded road. When we get to a new place, we are exhausted and have no fun.

Compared with the previous day, Jaipur is obviously clean and beautiful, with magnificent buildings rising or falling between the natural scenery. In history, a local leader named jebang Singh (1699-1744) founded this unique city. It is said that the man had a good command of both literature and martial arts, especially in astronomy, mathematics and architecture. In 1728, he built the largest Astronomical Observatory in India so far. In order to make the city more beautiful and different, he implemented "color control" on the city, ordered the houses in the whole city to be painted pink, and stipulated that the buildings must be built with shallow sandstone, It has won the reputation of "pink city" and "Rose City" for Jaipur.

Jaipur has a unique geographical location. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The mountains are verdant with birds and animals. The whole city is covered with trees, pavilions and temples. The city is divided into old and new cities. The old urban area is rectangular, surrounded by tall walls, wide and straight streets, with pink buildings and temples in the era of jabang Singh on both sides. The new urban area is the location of railway station and bus station, and there are many major hotels here. Jaipur is a city combining traditional and modern, with luxurious cars and slow ox carts driving on the street, and the car must let the ox cart first.

The "Great Wall" was seen, rolling up and down on the top of the mountains, like a python lying on its back. Far away, the guide pointed it out to us and compared it with "the Great Wall". It's kind of like that. It is the Ambar Castle outside Jaipur city. The castle wall is built along the ridge. In front of the Yile Palace on the top of the mountain, there is a group of magnificent buildings with different styles. They echo each other and complement each other. We went there. Crowding, dust, monkeys, men and women wrapped in headcloth and sari, old and spectacular buildings... There is no special research. Everything is the same as yesterday, but there are a few more armed Indian soldiers, which shows the difference and importance there

When the bus comes down from the Great Wall, it passes by a pool of water. There is a white villa in the middle of the water. There are roses, grass and a long walk beside the water. It seems that it is a leisure place for local people. The scenery is good, but as always, the garbage and taste are really bad for the scenery. I didn't stay long. It's highly consistent with the arrangement of the tour guide. The tour guide's enthusiasm was not high, and he completed the task in a regular way.

Another scenic spot is amber castle, which is located on a hill called amber in the suburb of Jaipur. It is the capital of ancient Indian vassal. Built in 1592, it is a must pass for tourists. Have we been there? In what way? Totally forgotten. It is said that we can take jeep and ride elephant, which we have never experienced before.

The last attraction of the day is the museum, which was rebuilt from the former city palace. The building is mixed with the Mughal style of Rajasthan. It contains exquisite articles and treasures used by the king of Jaipur at that time. It is divided into military collection hall and Royal Collection Hall. There is also the largest silver bottle in the world, which was used to carry the holy water of Ganges to the Indian prince who went to England. Here, we have a lot of free time to enjoy the treasures, to appreciate their external beauty, to pat those unusual buildings and exquisite details. Around the museum, it is quiet, clean, peaceful and leisurely. From time to time, there are tricycles carrying tourists to see this city which makes Indians proud. There are also several groups of neatly dressed primary school students, under the guidance of the teacher to visit the museum. I have been in India for two days, and I have traveled thousands of miles. I found that the most respectable group is students, not only in clothes, but also most of them are gentle and scholarly.

At the end of the day, the bus goes through the street. I really experienced this vibrant pink city. Almost every building is red. At the beginning of the construction, it must have been more brilliant red. After hundreds of years of infiltration, it is now slightly dark and a little bit orange red. It is more calm and low-key in the gorgeous. Probably no other city has such unity in the same color, alternative and texture. The city is composed of numerous fairs, shops and vendors. Almost every building has shops on the ground floor, large and small, simple and gorgeous. There are also a large number of handicraft shops on the street, such as shoe repair, carving, iron shop, dyeing shop, haircut... They are all doing every craft work with simple tools.

In addition, countless pigeons are covered with a thick layer on the ground. I've never seen so many pigeons. They are so terrifying that it's easy to think of Hitchcock's bird. When they fly, they cover the sky and avoid the sun.

Different roads, Datong scenery; The rest station has an ancient charm.

Squeeze into the scenic spot.

India has a thick and beautiful history, just like its architecture.

Pink Jaipur.

December 29, back in Delhi. Impression of India.

It was supposed to be a wonderful day with brilliant sunshine. I plan to visit the downtown of Delhi, the capital of India, where there are European style buildings, clean streets and luxurious life, which is quite different from what we have seen and heard in recent days.

From Jaipur to Li, the last line of the golden triangle is the same as the first two, traffic jam, chaos, dust, lazy people, happy cattle, pigs and dogs. Gradually, I see clean cars, motorcycles and even police cars. The road is newly built, a bit like that in China. When I look back, in the trees, beside the street and on the roof of the house, there are still caves where the residents wash their faces and brush their teeth leisurely on the road in front of the cave to do housework, and the children play on the roof.

I never thought that a piece of social news I saw before my trip would affect our journey. There's a girl student in Delhi who was raped and dying. On the way from Jaipur to Delhi, the female college student died after being rescued. The tour guide got the news that Delhi students might be gathering and parading. The police are on standby. Delhi can't get in. Unfortunately, when we got to Delhi, the city center really couldn't get in! It's a place of martial law, where outsiders are not allowed to enter. I don't know whether it's true or the tour guide is not willing to do it. Since the first day of Kashmir shops were rarely slaughtered, he has not been very enthusiastic. We asked the car to drive over and have a look. When we got to the place under martial law, we went back. He didn't agree. So when we got to India, we didn't even see the capital. So India is so dirty and terrifying in my mind.

There was plenty of time. The tour guide took us to a place similar to a park and said it was a temporary addition. We were allowed to play at our own expense. His words were too brief and too precious. I don't know where it is. After looking at the old door and the open space with the dust inside, I had no interest and chose to walk in the street. Strange place, there is always endless temptation.

The sun is very good, just press the shutter, it may be a good photo that can be kept forever. I should be excited - and free to enter a strange city, and is so different from the past city, people and animals and one, the same dirty, the same thin. However, not long after I left, I lost interest. There are cattle everywhere and cow dung everywhere. There is a strong smell in the air. It's very sharp. It goes straight to my nose and I can't hold my breath. What's more, I can't hold my breath for a few minutes or dozens of minutes. In this strong smell, the freshness brought by the strange landscape quickly disappeared.

He retreated quickly and hid in the bus, letting the wind rise and fall outside. There are few people in the carriage. Most of them go to scenic spots. After all, they spend so much money to go so far. If they don't see much, they will lose money. At this time, I found that our bus was also very wonderful. Someone got on the bus in front of me. I sat in the back compartment, and I could obviously feel the vibration of the bus. The amplitude of the vibration was not small. Along the way, I was surprised that many buses could still be on the road. It turned out that it was only 50 steps, but 100 steps.

Without a wonderful downtown, shopping is indispensable. The guide took us to a small shop, which was full of tea and Indian incense. Guide said here is the most affordable, we believe, each have to buy, everyone is happy.

So, after dinner, the car turns around in the city center where it is close to the martial law, and the guide introduces the past and present of buildings everywhere. It's dark on the street. I can only vaguely see this exotic scenery. I mean if I'm here in the daytime.

One day, I saw some profiles of Delhi——

The police Pavilion is a tin shed, very shabby and thin; Taxis are similar to our "tortoise shell" in 30 or 40 years, which is not much safer than motorcycles; The idea of shopping center is similar to that of China. There is a lot of space, but there are few seats for rest; Students are polite, clean and in uniform. They are a group with obvious characteristics. From this point, we can see dirty, messy and poor, invisible GDP and so on, which are not very important. It is a country that is pregnant with take-off and immeasurable.

New Delhi's attractions, on the other hand, can only be reserved for the future——

Hongbao, a world-famous architectural site of ancient Islamic culture;

Lotus Temple, known as the second Sydney Opera House, the outer layer is covered with spirit marble, which is white and pure;

The presidential palace is an Indian style building with European flavor;

Parliament building, the symbol of modern Delhi;

The avenue of the central government is similar to the Champs Elysees in Paris;

The gate of India, also known as the monument of Indian soldiers, is very similar to the Arc de Triomphe in France;

……

I'm leaving India tomorrow. I don't know when I can come back. From the perspective of tourists, we can see that the living conditions in many corners of India are worrying, but it is strange that even through the window, we can see the satisfied expression of Indians. At this time, we find that optimism is India's card. The happiness index of life is actually to find the right reference - this is the Enlightenment of India Tourism.

India is like a picture with a lot of different elements. How to describe it? I can't find the right words.

On the road, I saw an ad line: "Incredible India" -- Incredible India.

Still wandering in the golden triangle of India.

museum.

New Delhi, it's not a slum; I can see the big bellied Indians; There are pigeons and cattle in the street park;

December 30, Nepal, the kingdom of the gods.

Nepal is a mysterious place, a picturesque place, a mountain country at the foot of the Himalayas with eight mountains more than 8000 meters, and the most suitable place for hiking and mountaineering in the world... I've been longing for a long time, and finally I'm here.

Previously, I learned about Nepal from the Internet: a small mountain kingdom with beautiful scenery in South Asia, from the roof of the world with an altitude of more than 8000 meters in the north to the valley plain with an altitude of 70 meters close to sea level in Terai River in the south, the gradient is sharp, which also causes Nepal's colorful climate and natural beauty. Nepal is located in the intersection of Asian civilizations. Hinduism, Buddhism, palace buildings and rich and colorful natural resources constitute the local unique tourism resources.

In addition, Nepal also has a rich ecological landscape of animals and plants. The most famous one is Qiwang National Park, where all kinds of wild animals and plants are gathered. There are more than 400 rhinoceros that are endangered.

As soon as I arrived in Nepal, I fell in love, because I was full! In India, there is very little Chinese food. Like Indians, they always eat little and plain food. There were several buffet meals, but there was no pork and few fish. Occasionally, there was unknown meat mixed with sauce. I didn't know how it would turn out, but I didn't dare to eat it. I reluctantly chewed a chicken leg, tasted the same as wax, and I was not interested in eating the second one. Often after meals, there will be bursts of slight tingling in the stomach, which is the spasm caused by the calm stomach after peristalsis without more food supplement - I think it must be so.

Dinner is a local special meal. I don't know what to eat. It's totally different from our eating habits, but it's delicious. It's not only a feast, but also a rare experience of exotic food. Tableware is made of copper, rough and refined. There were songs and dances in the dining room. We were like big people, eating and watching. With one move, the waiter came to ask for the demand humbly.

It's off topic. Pull it back——

It was noon when we arrived in Nepal. The guide took us to a restaurant with Chinese characters. The name and taste of the dishes came second. The quantity alone excited me. After dinner, satisfied, follow the guide to the first stop of Monkey Temple.

The scientific name of Monkey Temple is swayanbunat temple, a world cultural heritage. It is an important pilgrimage site for Buddhists and is famous for its oldest remains in the Kathmandu Valley. It is said that Sakyamuni came here in person. In the temple of Hariti to the north, there is a beautiful statue of Hariti, the Indian goddess who is also in charge of fertility. Therefore, the monkey temple also fully embodies the perfect integration of Hinduism and Buddhism in Nepal. There are more than 3000 monkeys scattered in the temple, commonly known as "Monkey Temple", which is worthy of the name. The monkeys are very cultured. They walk in a daze where they want to stay. They are not afraid of strangers, and they don't beg for food like the monkeys in Mount Emei. Besides monkeys, there are many pigeons and goshawks. When you get to the top of the mountain, you can see the temples, pagodas and bronze ornaments in a perfect arrangement. The monkeys on the ground are jumping, the pigeons in the sky are flying, and the goshawks occasionally dive and hover. The Buddha pagodas of the gods on all sides are like the most perfect eyes of Nepal, overlooking the gadu valley.

Standing on the top of the Monkey Temple, the prosperous scene of the Kathmandu Valley stands in front of us. There are more buildings than Shanghai. Around the Monkey Temple, there are many shops and vendors, some selling tourist goods, some colorful souvenirs. But to tell you the truth, I feel a bit disorganized. Apart from the individual architectural aesthetics, the arrangement of various buildings, various vendors and gangsters, together with tourists, form a disorganized scene. Around the back of the temple, it is much quieter. There are fewer hawkers and shops, but more thangkas. There are many shops selling thangkas. Some people put their paintings outside the door and describe them attentively and carefully. Some of them sell old thangkas, and you can certainly find good things there. But I was short of money. After repeated comparison and weighing, I finally bought three new thangkas. The craftsmanship, the color and the painter were very cost-effective.

After leaving the Monkey Temple, we drove all the way to Kathmandu in the evening. The night is dim, but the road is very narrow, the house is very simple, and the people are very crowded. It is a small temple in three steps and a big temple in five steps. It can be said that "there are as many temples as houses". The temples are old but dignified and well carved. We walked through temples, alleys, and local people. Finally, we went to the old palace in Kathmandu to complete the last scenic spot. When we arrived at the old palace, it was time for people to get off work. The palace was empty, but we couldn't run around too freely. Armed guards were there, so we had to walk around the yard. I've only been here.

What I remember deeply is that all the way from the hotel to the parking lot after dinner, there were no street lights on the street, it was dark, and the road was uneven. Pedestrians are very crowded, especially hawkers. When we look at the top but not the bottom, we are often bumped or stumbling by the stones at our feet. Occasionally there was a car passing by. The car didn't drive fast. The light of the car lights pierced the darkness of the night. It lasted for a long time, just illuminating us. And those temples, always standing steadily, are deeper and deeper than night, solemn and cold. As we stagger along, we feel that there are so many temples and gods. In such a night, there must be gods to protect us, so that we can go back to the hotel safely without any wrestling.

Nepal airport; Monkey Temple; Kathmandu street view.

On December 31, I went through the streets in doolikel. Welcome the new with Himalayas.

Early in the morning, to doolikel. It used to be an important link in the ancient trade route from Nepal to Tibet, with a history of more than 500 years. This is a continuous history, which has lasted from 500 years ago to now. It is not the history that we were used to when we were young, but the experience from textbooks and concepts. Walking on the street, you can feel the thick and vicissitudes everywhere. The temples on the roadside are bathed in the sunshine, which clearly tells us that Nepal is really a religious country with many temples and gods. The buildings are very old, covered with gray color by the years, but the glory of the past can be clearly seen through the grand temple architectural style and fine wood and stone carvings, as well as the shops on both sides of the street. The shops are very old and dilapidated. The walls are made of brick and the doors are made of wood. They are all worn out by the years. But they are still there. In my deep memory, they kiss some stumps there. It seems that I have passed such alleys and entered such shops. However, other people's original still exists, but ours is gone forever in the repeated revolution and innovation.

This morning, I was walking through the streets in jenlikel. The city has woken up, the peddlers have laid out their goods and are waiting for customers. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, but more are idle people. There are some such people in every temple, sitting calmly, chatting, silent, or looking at passing tourists. Most of them are students. It's school time, in twos and threes, both men and women, are green and pure, very lovely. Like Indian students, they are full of scholarly spirit, which is in sharp contrast with others. There are temples and buildings on the roadside from time to time. It really fulfills a sentence I saw before my trip: there are as many temples as there are buildings in Nepal. Each temple has its own story, but I don't know. I'm not good at doing my homework in advance. I've always been used to leaving freshness on the road. Some incense is very popular. The incense of the small temple seems to be burning in the street. The intellectual women who seem to be full of money hold a pillar of incense and close their eyes devoutly.

We can remember the long morning and feel the poverty-stricken life, lofty belief and rich spirit of Nepalese people all the way. However, after all, after five hundred years of history, doolikel and his people live in the contemporary era, and all kinds of small commodities tempting tourists are not cheap. I bought a postcard, two dollars! You can buy three or four in America. Nepal, which is poor and backward, can compete with the most affluent and advanced United States in many places: bow down, there are more pigeons than in the United States, where pigeons gather can not be described by water; Look up, there are many wires. At least, I see the United States, the wires are so disorderly in the sky. The sky is the same blue. Perhaps, backward and advanced, really just a step away. Perhaps, the world is really round, extreme things go far enough, will eventually converge at a certain point—— My religious knowledge is very poor, walking in the birthplace of Sakyamuni, I just think so.

In the afternoon, go to the resort. Scenery all the way. The car went up the hill, higher and higher. First of all, the terraces became smaller and farther away. But when we got to the resort, we found that we seemed to be still in the plain. In the distance, mount qomolama looms high on the ground, as if it were a barrier protecting us. Walking back and forth, the resort has a beautiful scenery. The winding path is secluded and leisurely. You can overlook the mountains from a distance and pick up flowers and plants from near. It's also the time when the sun begins to soften in the afternoon, which gives everything a beautiful luster.

Unwilling to stay for a long time, I put down my luggage and went out with the guide. After walking a lot, I came to a town like place. The tour guide's task has been completed, he said that both sides are worth seeing, but time is limited, we can only make our own choice. towards the left? towards the right? It's a big problem for me. Usually, my choice always goes against my wishes, and this time, too. I left and walked into a small town in Nepal. Rich exotic amorous feelings come, but I have experienced it a few days ago, and I want to spend my limited time on the scenery. After school, the students walk gracefully on the dirt road. When they see their camera, they smile, just like the students in Jiadu. The only thing I think I can get is to see their buses - or black cars? Inside, it was full of people. Outside, on both sides and behind, it was full of people, standing with the front chest against the back. If they are gorgeous, they will be as amazing as peacocks. It is often seen in newspapers that school buses have traffic accidents, which are usually attributed to overloading. I never thought there was a connection between a crowded car and a fatal accident like a rollover. This is clear evidence.

If to the right, open, wild, beautiful. We haven't seen the famous Nepalese scenery during this trip. This is definitely the only chance. But I lost it. I can only blame myself for not seizing the opportunity and coming back to chat about the terraces along the way. In the setting sun, there is also a unique beauty. Indian tour guides don't think much of Nepal. They think that we should spend all our limited time and money on India. On the other hand, I think that with the arrangement of travel agencies, we can definitely gain more in Nepal.

Back at the resort, it's already sunset. It's a good time to watch the sunset on the Himalayan snow mountain. It's a pity to be able to see Mount Everest, although it's far away. There are no ever-changing clouds in the sky, which is less beautiful and shocking. But see the endless blue sky gradually warming, first from the bottom of the Yin out of light red, red more and more Yan, shrouded in the distance of Mount Everest, warm Mount Everest, and near the blue mountains. The sun only leaves its splendor, and it doesn't know which mountain it is hiding behind. But it doesn't matter, this sunset, we are with Everest!

It was completely dark and the staff prepared for the evening party. The burning bonfire brings light, gentleness and even more excitement. All the people on holiday gather in the square. All the people in China, foreign countries, people who know or don't know speak, sing, dance, drink and eat. Passion drives away the sense of shyness and distance, and everyone laughs, dances and releases.

After the carnival, the resort became quiet. But we are still breeding another climax, a climax belonging to our Chinese people. Our group of 20 or so people are all from a large unit. We all know each other and each other. After this trip, we found that we have unique friendship with each other. We're going to say goodbye tomorrow. We put the rest of the snacks together, borrowed a room like a conference room, held a tea party and waited——

Starting from "ten", there are people counting. More and more people join in, and their voices become louder and louder, "nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two.",

Recently, the collective effort, burst out that huge "one". Everyone rushed out of the room, laughing and jumping again.

Chinese New Year is coming!

Foreigners were woken up by us without complaint, and many people braved the cold of late night to join in.

Then, this night, people are constantly greeting their new year.

splendid.

Doolikel on camera.. Happy people; A policewoman patrolling with a gun and a child on her back.

Under Mount Everest.

Welcome party.

On January 1, 2013, we ushered in the new year in Nepal and bid farewell to Nepal in the new year.

Welcome the new year again.

When we left the resort in the morning, the boss stood at the door with the staff and solemnly presented hada, flowers and hugs to everyone. I quickly went through all the memories in my mind. I didn't seem to have met such a courtesy. Nepal has given me a new year gift that I will never forget.

Before that, I started to walk around the resort at dawn. The sun slowly rises, to the original appearance is not amazing mountains and ravines with a variety of colors. The sun is already very dazzling, can not see clearly, can only feel it is very beautiful. The beauty of the sun lies not in itself, but in giving. Yesterday's Miss made me regret. I walked and watched as much as I could to keep the original scenery of Nepal as much as I could, and at the same time I pinned my hope on the last day of my trip.

But I'm disappointed. This day, nothing new, is the repetition of the previous days.

Leave the resort, drive for two hours to badgang, visit the palace and Duba square. Yes, Bhaktapur is a world cultural heritage, with many palaces, courtyards, temples, statues and so on. It is known as "the essence and treasure house of Nepal art in the Middle Ages". It has the name of "open-air museum" and shows a magnificent picture of Nepal in the middle ages. The Duba square we visited is the core of the city, Duba square, which has 500 years of palaces of Mara Dynasty. It's really a good place. It's worth visiting again and again. I've lived in it for a year and a half, and I can't overestimate its profundity. But, but! We are only in Nepal for three days, and it is only half a day since we left Nepal. Where's bocala? What about Lake Fava, milk River, pingta mountain? Apart from temples and towers, Nepal also has the scenery of lakes and mountains, as well as the unique scenery that attracts senior travelers from all over the world. Yes, it's nearby. Why don't we have a look at it, and we've been wandering between temples and towns.

After lunch, I continued to visit the Buddhist temple swannab, known as little Tibet, which was brilliant in the world more than 2000 years ago. Nowadays, it is more like a pure scenic spot, or carnival. It seems disrespectful. Amitabha.

Temple again! After a rough calculation, we visited three imperial palaces and countless temples in Nepal in two days. Without stop, what is the essence of Nepal?

One hour later, the tour guide took us to a place called laowai street. We were free for three hours. There's no hope at all, and I'm not interested at all. I'll find a cafe nearby and wait to leave. This cafe is known as the best in the city. At least it can be cleaner. These days, when I look at many ancient buildings, I see too much dust. Originally, I wanted to find a seat near the window. The sunshine was just right, but the bundle of wires in front of the window - how could there be so many wires? I really can only use "bundle" to define it - the thick and loose dust on the wires made me shy. Fog pine, what a beautiful term and landscape, but let me very boring and dust together. This trip, I fell into the dust, from the eyes to the brain, is full of dust, no longer spread to other terms. Not far away, there is the Himalayan mountain, which is as beautiful as and thousands of times more spectacular than Wusong. How beautiful and cozy is Kathmandu Valley closer to you.

On the first day of the new year, I live alone, first without joy, then without anger. Life is just perception, and what one perceives is what one perceives. I try to feel happiness, happiness and gratitude.

Thank you for your life.

The first ray of sunshine in 2013.

Little Tibet.

Postscript:

Catch the red eye plane. The journey, like travel notes, is not smooth.

Like Kathmandu, Kathmandu International Airport is dark, dirty and messy. You can go to the toilet by smell. When I went there, it was like going to a refugee camp, which made me feel like a refugee. I was so flustered that I had to take care of one thing and lose the other. There, after finishing packing and locking the box, I couldn't find the key. Don't worry, I will never throw away the key. There is no need to add negative influence when I am very upset.

Back in Shanghai, you have to use the key. In Pudong Airport, I found a place where there was no one to sit down and looked for the key calmly. I know myself. It's normal for me to lose things, but the probability of losing things is not too much. However, all possible places have been searched for three times, but the key is still not found.

Where did you throw the key? I still don't understand.

The supplement was made in the winter of 2015

  • Bin Xu
  • May 09,2021

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