Basically i’m already in Laos so pretty behind on my blog. I spent a while writing the first bit then panicked and just rushed the rest, sorry.
I was invited by my aunt to go to her husband’s nieces wedding with her and two of my cousins. It was a chance to learn a little more about this beautiful country and its culture, so I jumped at it.
The wedding was to be held down in Butwal near the Nepal India border in the area known as the Terai. The Terai is a thin slither of land that runs the entire length of south Nepal. It is flat and completely covered by paddie fields as far as you can see.
The journey there took 7 hours and ran along the most winding roads I have ever been on. The hanging decorations at the top of the windscreen swinging from side to side while the standing passengers held on with white knuckles. It’s lucky I don’t get motion sickness. It’s a common sight on Nepali buses to see plastic bags being handed out. This confused me a little the first time I saw it but I didn’t give it much thought. It wasn’t until a later bus journey when I saw an old woman, discreetly covering her face with her shall, then throwing the bag and its content out of the window that I realised what they were for.
I’ve only travelled on local busses, they have a certain energy. The bus boys hang from the open door calling out the final destination and banging on the side of the bus to signal for the driver to start or stop while the latest Bollywood hits blare out from tinny speakers. The outside of the busses are painted with pictures of Hindu gods or Nike and Adidas logos, on the backs are slogans like “no time for love”. You see the big coaches, marked “Tourist only” but the idea doesn’t appeal to me. It was the same in India, tourist staying in hotels, coaches ferrying them from one tourist attraction to the next. Their only real view of the country is through a tinted pane of glass from their air conditioned bubble. I can understand how that might appeal to older travellers but it isn’t for me.
An added bonus of travelling to Butwal was that only a couple of hours by bus is Lumbini, the birth place of Buddha. Lumbini is a rectangular piece of land 2km by 6km. Within it are many Buddhist temples built by different nations, each in their own unique style. Unfortunately at this time most are still under construction.
Hindu weddings take place in the brides house. The bride and her guests wait in apprehension for the arrival of the groom and his family. All the weddng presents sit under a brightly coloured marquee. Once the groom arrives accompanied by a band the ceremony begins. The bride and groom sit for a few hours while they recieve presents and blessings from family and guests. In the evening both families part ways, the grooms family go off and celebrate and the brides family go back to their homes.
It was sad leaving Pokhara and my family. I woke up early to a grey misty morning and said my goodbyes. It had started to rain by the time i left for the bus station. It was the first rain i had seen for a long time and i hadnt missed it.