OSHO Commune

Last night I went with my friend from the paper to the OSHO Commune where she lives. OSHO was a famous guru and holy man in the 20th Century and set up numerous communes around the world, focusing on meditation mostly. There are 35 alone in Nepal today, and the largest used to be in Oregon, but was taken down by the Reagan-era government. This commune is about 8 kilometers outside of the city, in the jungle hills surrounding Kathmandu. It was beautiful. The commune is surrounded with wonderful gardens, paths, statues, waterfalls, a meditation call, kitchen, office, library and of course small rooms and houses.

I was welcomed into the group right away, even though I was just staying for one night. I had to buy maroon meditation robes, because you aren't allowed to wear regular street clothes on the Ashram's premises. When we got there, which we barely did as my friend's motorcycle was almost out of gas due to the the petrol shortage, it was time for dinner. On the welcoming sign it says, "NO DRINKING, NO SMOKING AND NO NON-VEG'S ALLOWED." In Nepal, they say non-veg if you are a meat eater, unlike how we usually say vegetarian. After dinner, it was time for evening meditation, which is done in white robes. So there I am, the only red robed, white girl in the room. It turns out this meditation is really a big dance party. Music thumped from the meditation hall, blaring Nepali drums, shouts, and beats of all kinds. I got my groove on, even alone in my dark robes. It was awesome!

Transportation Strike

Today is the first day I am actually really frustrated with this country. There is a transportation strike because of high gas prices. The govn't, won't pay for oil/gas to be shipped to Nepal because its so expensive. So there are no taxis, or buses and you have to walk or bike everywhere if you don't have a car or motorcycle.

I heard someone talking about it say, "After all, this is Nepal." 

Pokin' around in Pokhara

I will get a decently sized story along with five photos for this clip, one of my bigger ones so far...

I got to write a tourism travel log for the KTM Post while I traveled to Pokhara, Nepal. It is the second largest tourist town in Nepal and I can see why. It is set on the second largest lake in Nepal called the Phewa Tal, with fun shops and restaurants and most importantly CLEAN AIR! The backdrop is the Annapurna Mountain Range, the second largest in the country after Everest of course, which gets the trekkers coming to the town. You see either hippies, trekkers, or do-gooder's for the country, along with natives for the most part.

In order to do a tourism log, I had to be the ultimate tourist. I took a pony trek up the World Peace Pagoda, which was cool; you go through the jungle and then up to the hillside where Buddha apparently found his enlightenment. I felt like a lazy American though, sitting high on a horse, named "King" because he was the biggest on the farm, but I thought he was actually pretty skinny... while leeches sucked at his hooves (without horse shoes :( ... ) and my guides ankles. Ugh. Nice views at the top of the Pokhara Valley though. I tipped the guide way too much probably, but hey I'm a guide and now what its like to take tourists on a river, so maybe its good guide karma?

I also visited a cave called Mahendra Cave, named after an ancient Nepali king. It was cool, you walk inside about 100 yards into the earth, but that's about it. I took a rain check on the bat cave nearby though.

One of the best times I had while in Pokhara was visiting an orphanage called the Kopila House, or Sam's House. I met a guy on the plane over here, from Minnesota no less, who started a children's house with his wife a few years ago. This visit inspired me to begin a personal project on Nepal's orphanages and their usually poor conditions. This one however was super nice. There are about 20 kids, they all have their own beds with clean sheets and are probably more responsible and mature than your average college kid. I was pretty happy with some of the photos I made. They do all their own chores, help cook/clean etc. I was beyond impressed; unfortunately this is a rare case in Nepal. More to come on that project later.

Besides shopping, eating, and getting over a nasty cold, I also went to a Yoga and Meditation retreat center for a day/night. A couple owns this resort, that is still being built called the Sadhana Yoga Center (if you're ever in the area ;) They offer yoga three times a day, along with meditation and chanting and serve all organic vegetarian meals from food grown in their garden. You also get a mud or steam bath, yogic body clensings, which cured my head cold. All this is included with your room for $20. Cheap cheap.

I took a bus there and back which was an interesting experience in itself. Imagine the Greyhound, but Nepali style. Then picture that on a bumpy road, over a 400 ft river gorge below, a single lane highway passing other buses and trucks. Sound like fun yet? Then add in a traffic jam that took 3 hours to go about a mile.

ps : THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN TRAVEL COUNTING AS WORK OR INTERNSHIP HOURS!!!

Temples in Nepal

Yesterday there wasn't much to do at work after my first assignment so I ventured out on my own for some standard tourist sightseeing...

I went to the Pashupati Temple, which is the holiest place in the world for Hindus. You are greeted by a 250 rupee charge if you have white skin like me, and lots of monkeys. A tour guide quickly comes up to you, eager to take you around, for a charge of at least 500 rupees. I let him, because I knew I wouldn't get as much out of the experience if I wasn't told about the history of the place.

It is a large compound made up of statues and temples thousands of years old. The Kamma Sutra temple is there, where human sacrifices used to be preformed, and now animals are still sacrificed there. Some intresting engravings and statues, if you know what I mean... This temple is also the place where people are creamated, or rather burned under a pile of straw outside. I saw about three bodies being burned with families watching their loved ones turn to ash. It was very intense. I didn't want to take photos up close, out of respect for the families, but took some from viewpoints across the river, where the bodies are first cleansed before being burned. I never thought I would know the smell of burning flesh, but now I do. You can't go into the actual temple unless you are Hindu, but I was thrilled just to see the outside.

There are holy men who cover themselves in the dead's ashes and live in the many smaller temples on the compound. Their dreadlocks alone were older than I am, some growing their hair for more than 25 years. They have devoted their lives to their gods, and are gauked at by tourists like me. They wanted me to pay them to take their picture, which I did, because hey, it was less than a dollar, and these guys need to eat somehow.

After walking around everywhere there, seeing the hermit caves, and the golden bull, my tour guide took me on the half an hour walk to the Bouda Stuppa, which is one of the holiest places in the world for Buddhists. The Budda's eyes look over the area and look like they are staring right at you. When I got there, I left my tour guide, pay him off and entered in my myself.

You walk in the gate and in the middle is the Stuppa, which is a huge circular temple. You can walk around the outside, but also cannot enter in it. Surrounding it were many shops, restaurants, alleys etc.; it reminded me of a Little Tibet, not that I have seen the real one, but anyway... Many Tibetan monks and flags surrounded the temple, people worshipping and spinning the prayer wheels on the entrance gate. I walked around the loop a few times, did some shopping and caught the bus for a long ride back to my neighborhood.

It was a wonderfully, culture-enriching afternoon, for only about $30 dollars (including wine and groceries for dinner). Gotta love Nepal.

Go with your gut

...I knew this before, but learned it again on the way to work this morning. Running a bit late, I quickly hailed a cab on my block, said "Kantipur Office" which is also the Kathmandu Post, the driver understood and said, "150 rupees?" I said, "No, I only use the metered taxis," and walked away. He chased me down and said, "Okay, fine, I take you there." I reluctantly got in because I was late, but did not feel good about this guy.

We drove about five minutes, to the main, and one of the only stop lights in Ktm, running the red light and weaving through cars, motorbikes and buses. I had been waiting for what was about to happen next for the entire week I have been in Nepal --- an accident. We t-boned a motorbiker directly in his side. I screamed, hit my head on the seat in front of me (this is why I ride in the back and not front, for a seat is better than a windshield) and yelled at the cabby. He yelled back at me and I told him to stop and see if the person was okay. No time for that in Nepal...

Between holding my breath as we past trucks blowing out the blackest smoke/smog/pollution you have ever seen, I wondered if the person we had hit was alright. He didn't fly off the bike, but looked shaken up --- I was too.

Finally after the meter reached 110 rupees, I told him to "Rokeeno!" or "Stop!" and tipped him 2 small rupees, and walked the rest of the way to the office. (F*** that guy I thought to myself!)

On a lighter note, here is my third clip:

State of art education in Nepal: Peaceful protest through art for higher studies

By Tess McEnroe

In a form of peaceful protest, a performance art demonstration was held at the Nepal Fine Arts College on Wednesday afternoon, to shine light on Nepali art students not being able to study art at the Master's Degree level.

Hitman Gurung, an art student at the college, created and directed the piece called “Art. Bridge. Education.” The protest was through art, for art education, and to show the struggle these art students have when they enter the workforce.

“By doing so, perhaps we'll have a practical solution to our problem, and a study can carry on with his study,” said Gurung.

The standard to be hired in the art industry is having at least a four-year program degree, yet this college only has a three-year program. As a result, it is difficult for the students to find employment once they have completed the program. Since there are few proper facilities for a Master's Degree program in Nepal, students are often forced to study abroad to further their art education.

“These students can't go anywhere else after they graduate because there is no Master's Degree available,” said Madan Chitrakar, a temporary faculty member and art writer at the college.

Gurung's piece included about 30 fellow students dressed in smocks, with messages on their backs reading, for example, “This is our future,” and “Can you see me?” Other students and citizens gathered around each of the models writing messages in Nepali and English on their arms, saying, “Let the creators be creative,” and “We want M.F.A. [Master's of Fine Arts] in Nepal,” to name a few.

Both the students and teachers believe that since Nepal has a widely known and respected traditional and folk art community, it is only right to be able to further their study and contribute to the international contemporary art scene.

"Is no problem, is fine"

This is a statement I hear at least five times a day in Ktm (**Kathmandu** for those who don't have a common-language-abreviation sense). And no the "is" is NOT a typo. It is simply there instead of "it's."

Nepalis are pretty simple people. This may stem from their mostly Hindi and Buddist religions, but I am still trying to figure out the root of this idea. Although I really do like that mentality, it is slightly frusterating that everyone runs on their own schedule. 

Yes, it is a large cultural difference than us, high-strung, multi-tasking, hyper-tensive Americans. For example, it has taken over 50 hours for my press ID badge to be made. You have to track the person down in charge of making them, and remind them three times, and then maybe it may be done by 5pm today as promised. I have been lucky that on my assignments so far, I haven't needed one, but I cannot imagine not have a credential if I was sent to cover, for instance, a Maoist Party meeting, or the exit of the King from his royal palace.

I was told before I came here, and now I understand first hand, that Nepalis are kind, almost too kind for their and my own good sometimes. There is often too much trust in strangers. Quite a difference from the sometimes guarded personalities we encounter at home in the states. We in America are raised to be very aware and cautious of people we don't know for the most part. I know that is a big hunch, and a possible stereotype, but I think you get my drift.

2nd assignment

Although this assignment was in two languages I didn't understand, I learned soo much in the two hours I was there writing and shooting. I got totally ripped off by a cab driver as well! Ahh you live and learn...

Cartooning class for deaf students

by Tess McEnroe

A cartooning instruction class was held at the National Campus of Balkumari, Lalitpur this Monday for 27 deaf students to introduce them to creative and visual job opportunities in the future.

National Campus Principal, Sarah Giri, a sign language specialist, interpreted for the deaf students as guest lecturer and cartoonist, Yogesh Khapangi, spoke in Nepali. The goal of the class was to give the deaf community an example of a vocational option, and help them see art in different ways.

"We organized this program as a step towards social inclusion for deaf students in academics," said Giri.

The deaf culture is a visual one, according to Giri, and forms of art such as painting and cartooning, for example, give the deaf more advantages in the visual communication world.

Khapangi specializes in cartoons, graphics and illustrations and is also the Vice President of Cartoonists' Club of Nepal (CCON). Giri invited him to lecture because he can be a role model for deaf students and the deaf community. During his hour and a half lecture, Khapangi displayed the basics of how to draw a human figure, and when to use the proper materials, such as sketching pencils and markers.

The students participated, interacted, and got to practice cartooning and drawing techniques with the pencils and sketch books that they were allowed to keep.

"This is not for entertainment, the deaf have enriched my life, so I am trying to enrich theirs," concluded Giri.

My First Assigment: 1st International Mt. Everest Day

I was sent to write a story and shoot photos of a sculpture exhibit of "waste" taken down from the summit of the tallest mountain in the world; Everest. The photo that was chosen was not my favorite but notwithstanding, it was good first assignment. I have never been so excited to cover fluff. At least it is fluff in a different culture and country!

Beautiful waste from Everest

by Tess McEnroe

A sculpture symposium called “A Beautiful Waste” was held yesterday to mark International Mount Everest Day at the Nepal Tourism Board exhibiting pieces of waste taken down by climbers from the summit of Mount Everest.

The exhibit was sponsored by a variety of groups including the Rotary Club Nepal, to put the waste to good use in forms of sculpture that will be constructed by a group of 13 artists by Friday. Sunday was the start of the project and during this week, the artists will use the so-called “waste” to be made into works of art. This project has been awaiting this exhibit since 2005.

Gopal Sunder Lal Kakshapati, the President of the Rotary Club said, “We wanted to do something for the waste and make an eye-opener for people. There is no value in keeping all of this in a room, so it was my idea to turn the waste into something beautiful.”

Chief guests of honor at the opening ceremony included Kali Das Shrestha, a well-known Nepali fine artist, the President of the Nepal Mountaineering Association, Ang Tsering Sherpa and Mahabbur Rehman from Bangladesh.

During this week, the Rotary Club will decide whether to sell the final sculptures, or put them in museums, possibly in Pokhara. The final cost of getting the “waste,” down from the summit will be about $200,000. The artists' materials included everything from metal scraps from a helicopter crash, to combs and shoes, brought down to the Everest base camp.