To stretch my legs after the 2-hour bus ride from KTM, I went for a quick walk up to the Chandeshwori Temple before the sun went down. This is not the 1.5hour walk I usually do but about a 30mins walk. It just shows how quickly I can get out into the countryside from Lok’s house.
The fields are being prepared for the potato season and the garlic and onions are coming through.
It was a relatively quiet walk up to the temple and I snapped a few shots of veggies and such, and of course the entrance to the temple.
As I walked into the temple, I heard fabulous music, great cheering and hilarity. As I rounded the corner, there were at least 10 flute players, and men playing an assortment of drums and cymbals. And lots of people dancing.
Needless to say I was the only westerner there and while I was clicking away with my camera, I was dragged into the “dance floor”. Fortunately for you, there is no photographic evidence of me twirling this way and that, complete with twisting wrists and fancy footwork. The crowd loved it, I was puce with embarrassment and after (what felt like) 10 mins, I sidled off the dance floor and stood back to take some more photos. I asked a man what was the occasion and he said it was just Newari’s having fun on their day off. That’s cool with me! The band took a breather and I took the opportunity to sneak away before I was pulled out for more dancing and disgrace myself further.