Lost In Bhaktapur, Nepal

Before leaving for Nepal, my friend repeatedly reminded me to spend at least a day exploring Bhaktapur. And not only got lost here, I always wanted to come back again… Taumandhi Square from the attic of a coffee shop. Located about 12km east of the capital, Kathmandu, Bhaktapur is Nepal's third largest city and is famous for being a city of culture, temples and handicrafts. on a world map on the trade route connecting Tibet with India. During the reign of King Ananda Malla, this ancient municipality flourished and became famous as evidenced today by its cultural heritages, magnificent structures, temples, and splendid temples and In the three important cities of the Kathmandu Valley, Bhaktapur is an ancient city with many large and smallest temples with many different types of architecture such as temples and pagodas

. or stupa, influenced by the architecture of Tibetan Buddhism and Hinduism. Bhaktapur in Nepali means "city of devotees" but also has another simple interpretation, meaning "ancient city. of the Newari ” It is also the most expensive of the cultural heritage sites in the Kathmandu Valley, with the cost to non-SAARC tourists 1,100 Nepali rupees, or $ 15.



On the main roads leading to the city, there are also a number of random checkpoints. Because the imperial city is interwoven with people's houses, stalls, market streets, there are a number of small trails leading into The city does not have anyone to check the tickets, however when you want to visit the monuments you may be asked to show your ticket.In case of planning to stay in Bhaktapur for a while, please present your passport to purchase Admission tickets for the entire itinerary at no extra charge.If you do not have time to enjoy and explore a Bhaktapur with hundreds of years of history, the arrangement of coming here in conjunction with other tourist attractions will make you ... regret Because just one day is enough to overwhelm and tire your legs! Temples, castles, works of art are decorated elaborately and splendidly with wood and ceiling tiles, a beauty that is both rustic, arrogant, and showy and mysterious.



Small, bare-tiled streets keep swirling you, enchanting and lost steps.And I got lost in Bhaktapur ... Strawberry procession Starts with a thumping brass sound at the end of a small street, crowds of tourists and local people gathered together. I hurriedly ran as if running down a brick road covered in ancient high-rise buildings, a little chilly because it seemed that the sun could not reach this place. moving. A band in red is reveling in the drumming of the trumpet.



Dazed for a while, I realized that a wedding here was being held here. Every moment, the band sang joyful and filled with joy songs. The brightly flowered strawberry car was waiting in front of the groom's house. In turn, the old men and grandmothers with hand-held ceremony appear, then the handsome groom, cheerful faces step into the flower carriage. Prepare to welcome the bride. Photo: Thai Anh The "red shirt" band brings excitement to the procession. The flower carriage stopped beside a temple to celebrate the ceremony. The strawberry procession has now turned into a parade through the streets.



The flag team, the band and the people holding the ceremony went first, the cars slowly followed, followed by a long group of young men and women, old people and children in fine, gorgeous clothes. beauty is a bunch of women, girls. They dressed in elaborate dress, makeup carefully, holding hands in the procession, holding hands and talking, each passing through a temple the delegation would stop for a while, the band played the melodies as if Sharing the joy of the procession of the bride, looking forward to witnessing and blessing the young couple. Never, never before have I met such a joyful and engaging ceremony. The Nepali boys in the band winked at me, asking me questions while they took a break from playing music to wait for the procession. I forgot the time, forgot the honored Bhaktapur in the past. Right now I only see local shops on the old town, a splendid wedding with the participation of the whole village. Photo: Thai Anh The joy of mother and child.



Some people stand on the bancong of the house or lean down from the window to watch the parade. I thought this was a colorful Bhaktapur parade, not a wedding! It was astonishingly charming, we walked through many old towns and squares to reach the bride's house. The adult and groom were on the tron side.

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