274 Kms from Bihar Sharif
I liked the Patan Durban Square cultural heritage.Read More
I liked the Patan Durban Square cultural heritage.
280 Kms from Bihar Sharif
A quick getaway from Kathmandu. Beautiful rolling hills and paddy fields, away from the city noises.Read More
280 Kms from Bihar Sharif
Kathmandu is a city stuck in a time warp, it is a city with a mind of its own and an impenetrable one at that. With its medieval temples, ethnic groups, convoluted lanes, noisy bazaars and an overwhelming number of hotels, this place is several things at once. Travellers just can't get enough of the intoxicating cocktail that is Kathmandu and the locals are well aware of this fact. It is timeless and often akin to an exotic fairytale and a visit is therefore imperative. Read More
Kathmandu is a city stuck in a time warp, it is a city with a mind of its own and an impenetrable one at that. With its medieval temples, ethnic groups, convoluted lanes, noisy bazaars and an overwhelming number of hotels, this place is several things at once. Travellers just can't get enough of the intoxicating cocktail that is Kathmandu and the locals are well aware of this fact. It is timeless and often akin to an exotic fairytale and a visit is therefore imperative.
Kathmandu is capital city and yet again full of surprises for an avid traveler . PashupatiNath temple was the main attraction of the city. Being a capital very Crowded place. One looking for peace has nothing to do there. It has some good clubs which play hard rock music.(As heard by locals). Other attractions of Kathmandu are:- 1)Durbar Square 2) ISKCON temple 3)Swayambhu Stupa 4)Muktinath temple
We spent rest days from 5th Sept. to 7th Sept. in Kathmandu. We stayed in Hotel Menang. It was near to Tamale. Tamale is good for shopping. On 5th Sept. we visited volunteer house where volunteers from Italy came to serve orphan children. We spent time with them. On 6th Sept. we visited Pashupatinath temple, Kumari temple, Hanumaan temple, museums. The last day of Nepal trip we visited Monkey temple, Patan, Local kathmandu bazaars etc. At 8 PM we moved to airport to take our flight.
Places to visit: · Thamel · Pashupatinath temple · Boudha temple · Nagarkot Keeping a local map handy is suggested so that you can efficiently plan your day as Kathmandu offers many places to see and visit. #Food Dinner at Bamboo shoot. I wouldn’t recommend this restaurant because Sangria here was shit and also because there are much better options available in close vicinity. Lunch at a hotel suggested by localites to try Newari food (specialty of Nepal: Buffalo meat). Here we were also offered a local drink. I had a sip of it. It tasted much stronger than even whisky.
We started for Kathmandu around 9 a.m. Today’s plan was to reach Last resort via Kathmandu, a distance of about 230 km. Note: This could have been changed in our plan to spend 1st 3 days in Kathmandu and the go last resort come to Dhulikhel and go to Ilam instead of going last resort first, coming back to Kathmandu and then again going until Dulikhel to go Ilam. The ride to Kathmandu was lush green. There were fields with rice growing and step farming being done. The roads were smooth with no glitches though needless to say that it was completely mountainous terrain. We reached Kathmandu around 6:30 p.m. Without entering the city, we took a right turn for Dhulikhel. After a ride of around 70 Km we reached Dhulikhel at around 9:30 p.m. and Last resort told us that it takes 3 more hours from Dhulikhel. So without wasting any more time, we continued riding. Initially the roads were good. Few Kilometers away from The Last Resort , an army check post asked us to open our luggage and show them all our stuff. After this post, the road was rough and it was pretty dark. Finally we reached the Last resort. As the name suggests, it is really a last resort.
Bouddhanath Stupa, one of the holiest Buddhist stupas and one of the largest in world is also located in Kathmandu, close to Pashupatinath temple. A two storey separate section for prayers overlooks the Stupa. Many shops selling beautiful Tibetan handicrafts and jewellery adorn the sidewalls.
As I noted earlier Escape from Kathmandu is a book by Kim Stanley Robinson, which I saw constantly while in the city, and never read. It's also something you'll want to do frequently while living and working in Kathmandu. The city has more than its share of air and noise pollution, yet retains its magic.
275 Kms from Bihar Sharif
The well preserved ancient Newar town, known for its artistic excellence, splendid courtyard and palaces, pottery and weaving industries and rich customs and culture, is a ‘living heritage’ in itself. The literal translation of ‘Bhaktapur’ i.e. “place of devotees” is well justified by its magnificent temples, artwork, festivals and religious celebrations. It was enlisted as UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1979. The place is like an open air museum, best for aimless wandering and exploration. The ‘culture gem’ of Nepal, Bhaktapur is extremely picturesque and inspiring. So simply put on your best walking shoes and get ready to have a good peek into the famous Newar culture and tradition.Read More
The well preserved ancient Newar town, known for its artistic excellence, splendid courtyard and palaces, pottery and weaving industries and rich customs and culture, is a ‘living heritage’ in itself. The literal translation of ‘Bhaktapur’ i.e. “place of devotees” is well justified by its magnificent temples, artwork, festivals and religious celebrations. It was enlisted as UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1979. The place is like an open air museum, best for aimless wandering and exploration. The ‘culture gem’ of Nepal, Bhaktapur is extremely picturesque and inspiring. So simply put on your best walking shoes and get ready to have a good peek into the famous Newar culture and tradition.
Bhaktapur is a "living Heritage" displaying the vibrant depth of Newari culture. The main square of the city, is a conglomeration of stone art, metal art, wood carving and terracotta art and architectural showpieces. The golden gates, siddhi laxmi stone temple, taumadhi square, Durbar square and peacock window are the main attractions of Bhaktapur. This amazing city is not only displaying you its century old fabulous art, architect and cultural heritages but also offer its unique eastern hospitality, delicious newari cuisines, luxurious accomodation, unforgettable handicraft souvenirs, various restaurants, hotels, guesthouses, home stays and curio shops respectively.
Bhaktapur city is located 14 Kms east from Kathmandu. Bhaktapur, also known as Bhadgaon, is an open museum for everyone to see stand-still lifestyle & culture of ancient era. Entering the Durbar Square (palace square) through the Royal Gate, the sparseness of the temples is immediately apparent, compared to the profusion in the Durbar squares of Kathmandu and Patan. Many of the highly decorated buildings and shrines were destroyed in the 1934 earthquake. However, the main square still contains a few temples and other architectural show pieces; the Lion Gate, the statue of Bhupatindra Malla, the Palace of 55 windows, the Bell of the barking dogs, the Batsala temple, the Nyatapola temple and the replica of Pashupatinath temple. Bhaktapur is one the cleanest ancient city in Nepal.
253 Kms from Bihar Sharif
Best time to visit - N/
One of the most colourful and indiscreet cities of India, Varanasi is one of the seven holiest cities for the Hindus. Also known as Kashi and Benaras, this place is known for its temples, ghats and the colourful people. The narrow alleys and crowded streets seem to be extremely blissful in spite of all the noise and chaos all around. People come here just to take a dip in the holy waters of the Ganges. Varanasi is also known as Uttar Kashi and is situated on the western banks of the Ganges. It is said that a dip in this river frees one from a lifetime of sins. People even say that death here is auspicious as people attain moksha if they die here. Some people also come here tp creamate their loved ones and the sound of the holy temple bells are really soothing music to the ears.Read More
One of the most colourful and indiscreet cities of India, Varanasi is one of the seven holiest cities for the Hindus. Also known as Kashi and Benaras, this place is known for its temples, ghats and the colourful people. The narrow alleys and crowded streets seem to be extremely blissful in spite of all the noise and chaos all around. People come here just to take a dip in the holy waters of the Ganges. Varanasi is also known as Uttar Kashi and is situated on the western banks of the Ganges. It is said that a dip in this river frees one from a lifetime of sins. People even say that death here is auspicious as people attain moksha if they die here. Some people also come here tp creamate their loved ones and the sound of the holy temple bells are really soothing music to the ears.
Varanasi is a city in the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh dating to the 11th century B.C. Regarded as the spiritual capital of India, the city draws Hindu pilgrims who bathe in the Ganges River’s sacred waters and perform funeral rites. Along the city's winding streets are some 2,000 temples, including Kashi Vishwanath, the “Golden Temple,” dedicated to the Hindu god Shiva.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/VaranasiThere will be many blogs on trip to Varanasi. Hence, I will only say one thing for those who love travelling. Just Go! Travel to Varanasi and let yourself merge with the vibes at that place and you will see the beauty in that place and within you!PS: Find and Love Yourself. 😇
Another holy site in our country, famous for its ghats and temples is Varanasi. Tourists from all over the world come here to take a dip in the holy waters of the river Ganga. Varanasi is really offbeat, and unlike most places that have changed throughout the years, the traditions and ways of Varanasi still remain pretty much the same. You will be able to spot local sadhus sitting in deep meditation, or priests performing religious duties in various temples and on the banks of the river. December is a good time to go to Varanasi, because the heat vanishes and the weather becomes cooler.How to reach Varanasi:Varanasi has its own airport and is well connected by rail.
2. Varanasi For you, next place to visit in India in November is Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh. Situated on the banks of river Ganga is known to be spiritual capital of India. The city hosts many festivals and their main deity Lord Shiva temples are all over the place. Very popular for the Ghats in to perform rituals and ceremonies of very high significance.
Who said that the lust to travel cannot be merged with an essence of spirituality? Varanasi (Benaras) is one of the seven holy cities of Hinduism and is continually sprouting with the purity and divinity that it withholds. There are a large number of guesthouses and hotels that can fit well within every budget. Also, Varanasi offers amazing yet affordable food options and striking locations for tourists. Just take a walk along the ghats or marvel in the colorful vibrancy of the city and its temples.
I have always had little regard for the exoticism of the Indian Holy cities and I had my reasons for it. As my train chugged into the old station of ‘Kashi’, I remembered my childhood trip to Haridwar and how I was repelled by the anti-exotic nature of the city inspite of being the door to the mighty Himalayas. We, the people had managed to get the shit out of every possible living thing onto the sacred streets of a holy city. And cow shit is supposed to be the purest. If they shit on the roads, let them do it. DONOT dare remove them and if possible lick them to have some Punya Laabh ! And cows somehow love places like this - Haridwar, Puri, etc etc ! However, horses do have a liking for the holy cities higher up. As my train left Kashi and strolled towards the main city station of ‘Varanasi’, wading through the mammoth human wasteland by the rail tracks, my memory lingered atop the Himalayas. We were walking on a 7 km trek and our feet would often get entangled and stuck into the mud that covered the road. It was raining incessantly and it was not even monsoon and this mud was almost a foot thick and had a custard like feel to it. My nostrils were picking up a weird smell all over from my body and from my friend’s walking beside me and from the people around me. My friend quipped “This Himalayan mud do smell different no ? That’s how holiness smells. That’s how the Gods test us while we struggle to achieve Moksha! ” We were on our way to Kedarnath and it was just as you thought… We were walking on Horse shit !So here I was, sitting in the 3 tier non-AC compartment of my train, winter was here and we were slowly entering the holiest city of the Hindus and surely the most filthiest of all. I have full faith on my fellow countrymen !I peeked out of the window in excitement as I could not wait to get down on the streets and this train was not helping in anyway. Well of course I am excited as this is my first solo food trip ! And Banaras had always excited me since childhood. But yes the filth !And then as I had my head outside the window I had the most ethereal view I had ever had … something which will continue to define Banaras for me!As the train floated through the most dirtiest of tracks in India, as the air smelt of rotten flesh, as a smog of pollution hung all around, there emerged from beyond a heap of the garbage…. the most resplendent of the birds, the national bird of the country - a peacock, in all its elegance and splendour ! A sight cannot be more surreal !A lesson that I had learnt in Bhubaneswar came handy outside the station and it usually does whenever you are travelling solo mainly. It doesn’t matter how well you can negotiate with your stakeholders at work. All those consultative skills go for a toss every time you make that journey of a lifetime from an Indian Railway station exit gate through the sea of auto wallahs and taxi wallahs and other wallahs (depending on which city you are in) who jump upon you more fiercely than a tiger pounces on a deer and then you are not even as swift as the spotted animal. So you cannot run without being mobbed or robbed. I had to get to Assi Ghat, the last ghat to the south and the autos were asking for anything from 150 to as high as 300. I had no freakin idea howmuch the transport costs were in this city but there was one thing I had a very firm idea about. It was The golden rule - never… never ever board anything from the men that pounce on you until you get to the main road outside the rail station. And how well it did pay off, thanks to a traffic police who asked me to get off at Durga Mandir on a BHU bound shared auto. I ended up paying 7 bucks for the ride.I know I am supposed to write a food blog and you may be pissed off already that there isn’t any food yet! But it isn’t the food that I travel for. I taste the cities through my eyes, ear and mouth. I avoided tongue to avoid the obvious underlying vulgarity ! There… I just mentioned what I omitted. Poor me and my cravings for vulgarity!After searching around for a hotel room around the ghat and shortly after being knocked off by the prices at the hotels overlooking the river I managed to put up at a majestic ‘half’ room (yes you heard me right). It was majestic because you could see the river right from the bed, it was that good a view and it was ‘half’ because if you wanted to go to the loo you had to climb four-legged upon a single bed which lay between the two entrances - one to the room and another to the bathroom. Ohh… and you had to climb four-legged because you could not afford to stand with the electric fan spinning overhead.But it was 400 for a night. The owner had looked at me for half a minute over his crooked spectacles with a crooked eye when I had made the mistake of asking for a spare room. He looked over my shoulder and asked if I really was alone. I replied “For the time being yes. But who knows what vices may get the better of me when darkness falls” … well I could not afford the smartness to say that at that point of time and could only manage a begging “Yes”.As you start walking from Assi ghat towards Dashaswamedh Ghat, you make the journey from Varanasi to Banaras. Assi ghat makes you lose faith in your fellow countrymen as you see an unnaturally ‘clean’ ghat with not much of a crowd anywhere. I thought to myself how stupid I had been. This was the prime minister’s own constituency and the Government had just started the small business of ‘Swacch Bharat’ tax imposition and we were yet to notice the small addition to our food bills tax section. Assi Ghat was under a makeover drive with an extension of the ghat underway towards the south.
I always prefer to think of it as Kashi- a softer, prettier name than the bold Benares or the modern Varanasi. I had always wanted to go there, and when the first viable chance presented itself, I jumped at it. The city evokes a sense of timelessness, of suspension. A city that may be moving and growing outwardly, but its soul remains unchanged, fostering the vague feeling of being in a place ‘as old as time itself’.I don’t usually plan to visit the same place twice. Restless feet and wandering spirit dictate that as much of the world as possible should be seen. With Kashi, however, it was different. Within a couple of hours of landing in the city, I knew I would be back. I couldn’t have pinpointed any specific reason for it- it is noisy, overflowing with people, there was traffic, there was trash. Inspite of that, the city excited me and called out to me- and sure enough, over the next three days, I proceeded to fall a hopeless victim to its various charms, its age defying character and its old soul.Throughout my stay, I met only the kindest of people, people who spoke Hindi with the lilting bundelkhandi accent of Uttar Pradesh. In one day my friend and I were unconsciously copying it, not realizing we were doing it at first, and then enjoying ourselves too much to stop! Staying in a beautiful ‘done-up’ old haveli right on the banks of the river, with its deep cut rock steps and narrow passages further added to the atmosphere. Our room also had a quaint little sit-out balcony which offered fantastic vistas of the morning sun casting its brilliance over the deceptively calm surface of the great river. Inspite of the Victorian-esque décor of the room (or perhaps because of it?), which was nevertheless very quaint and darling, I felt myself slowly plunging into a fantasy about being a ‘lost princess of Benares’.Later that day -as befits a modern day princess- I firmly zipped up my leather jacket against the crisp chilly air of the January evening, and with a swish of my gota-trimmed long skirt, bearing myself up smartly in the way I imagine princesses probably do, I stepped out for a long walk on the Ghats. My friend and I strolled about in the evening twilight absorbing everything the senses would allow- the visuals themselves were numerous- a couple playing with their first born, priests performing ablutions, families doing pooja, hermits doing ganja.Before long, we were sitting on a step by the river, gazing at the setting sun and eating the (rightfully!) famed chole –tikki of Varanasi to the broken music of a flute student practicing nearby. As soon as we finished, a boy who couldn’t have been more than 17 years old approached us with a smile and an eager ‘Boatride ma’am? One hour- all ghats. I tell stories also’. A boat ride was definitely on the bucket list and if he told stories also then ah! he was the one, wasn’t he? I negotiated the price for a cool Rs 300/- including viewing the fabled evening Aarti from the river.Dusk melted into darkness, putting in sharp relief the many floating lamps released into the river by devotees with fervent thanks and prayers. The Ghats were abuzz with preparations for the evening rituals. A rooftop restaurant came to life for dinner shift, illuminating garish plastic palm trees with green firelights, a sight which jarred my senses till I turned my back on it and escaped into one of Mohit’s stories.Leaning over the side of the moving boat, I was revelling in the drama and the beauty of it all till my attention was diverted by the bright orange light pouring over us. The dark shadow of a Ghat lined with burning funeral pyres, the occasional crackling wood sending up a shower of golden sparks visible from even a distance. ‘That’s the Manikarna Ghat’ informed Mohit. ‘There is always a cremation going on and there will always be alteast one lit pyre- be it night or day’. I shivered involuntarily. Manikarna is a Sanskrit word that means earrings. There are many legends associated with the Ghat. It is revered as a ‘Shakti Peeth’ by some who believe that the Devi Satis earrings fell at this spot as her burnt body was carried by her grieved and angry husband. Another legend has it one of Shiva’s earrings fell at this place in a 'kund' where he was bathing with his wife, which led to the name of the place. I was mulling over these stories in my head, but Mohits next words brought me back to present with a jar. ‘They don’t burn children, or sadhu’s. They bring them out to the middle of the river and leave them here’. I snatched my hand out of the water (where I had been involved in the romantic occupation of skimming my fingers against the rivers surface) imagining all sort of dead bodies floating around.My friend went off into peals of laughter at my stricken expression, and the hilarious twist to my ‘princess-ing about’ as she called it.We glided back along the length of the river to go back to ‘Dashashwamedh Ghat’ where the fabled synchronised evening Aartis are performed. As the time for the Aarti drew near, we were conscious of an increase in the boat traffic. I had envisioned floating on the river in quiet and beauty to watch the puja, instead we manoeuvred near one of the docks in front of the ghat – ‘to get a good ‘spot’’Mohit assured us, as many boats came and surrounded us, jostling for space and wedging themselves tightly in the now narrow available spaces on the vast and mighty river. By the end you could easily walk from the hull of one boat onto another boat and so on till you reached the Ghat itself! Nevertheless, the river still bobbed the boats, the air was cool and we were indeed in a good spot. Much has been written about these famed Aartis. The priests chanting and performing synchronised movements with multi layered diyas, the performance taking on a reverent, almost mystical aspect through the clouds of smoke and evening mist. My friend and I watched the two aartis side by side, thrilled with the romance of it all, tasting also our first real Benarasi paan which Mohit, the thoughtful li’l fellow, had brought for us, because ‘Benares aaye, aur paan nahi khaya toh kya kiya?’Our few days in Kashi went by in a whirl of sounds, colours, legends and ‘thrills’. We visited the charming Ramnagar Fort, we meandered aimlessly in the bylanes looking into silver shops, we stood for an hour in the line of excited pilgrims for entrance to the great Kashi Biswanath temple to get 5 seconds of praying time inside, we ate chole-bhature and other street food to our hearts content, we visited the weavers colony and came back laden with armfuls of gorgeous Benarasi silk. In short, we revelled in the place- its culture and its people and nurtured our own soul on the soul of the old city.My friend left early in the morning, and I had a few hours to myself before it was my time to go. I took a boatride to the other side of the Ganga, shared with a honeymoon couple, and old lady and some excited schoolgirls on an adventure. Flocks of eager sea gulls followed us, lured by the stentorian calls of our boatman (and flour pellets). I felt the incredible sensation which comes from being completely at peace with yourself and with your surroundings..and right there in the afternoon sun, amidst the glittering bejewelled river, the far away sounds of prayers and the much nearer sound of seagull wings, staring across at the ghats, I received my benediction.
This was the second time that I was in the most Mystical yet Surprising place on this planet--Kashi Nagri--only with more water this time. The heavy rains made the sacred Ganga overflow, to cover all the Ghats with water, leaving only a few stairs per Ghat to sit upon or bathe.But if you have ever been there, you would know that Kashi a.k.a. Banaras a.k.a. Varanasi has much more than just the Ghats to offer. Ranging from Kashi Vishwanath Temple--old and new, Kaal Bhairav Temple, Sankat Mochan Temple, Kabir Math, to Ram Nagar Fort, BHU Campus, Malviya Bridge and much more, Kashi always embrace and never disappoints one, paying visit to the place.FLY. FALL. LIVE -:- HAR HAR MAHADEV!
296 Kms from Bihar Sharif
Best time to visit - January,February,October,November,December
One of the most important cities of North Bengal, Murshidabad comes with a rich history. Once a stunning example of grandeur, power, culture and beauty, the erstwhile centre of the nawabs was from where the revenue of the whole state of West Bengal went to the king in Delhi. Till date, Murshidabad and its historical monuments are a tourists' delight and the local communities welcome everyone with warmth. This place is also one of the most important Jain pilgrimages with the four most important jain temples of Bengal situated here. These are the Sri Chintamoni Parshwanath Bhagwan Temple in Azimganj, Shri Shambavnath Bhagwan Temple in Jiyaganj, Sree Adinath Bhagwan Temple in Katgola and other one is in Murshidabad itself. You can also visit Hazar Duari Palace, a palace with over 100 doors. Now a museum, the palace is definitely worth visiting. The intricate art work in the museum is a delight for art enthusiasts. Another lovely spot is Katra Masjid. Go during visiting hours for a memorable experience. Read More
One of the most important cities of North Bengal, Murshidabad comes with a rich history. Once a stunning example of grandeur, power, culture and beauty, the erstwhile centre of the nawabs was from where the revenue of the whole state of West Bengal went to the king in Delhi. Till date, Murshidabad and its historical monuments are a tourists' delight and the local communities welcome everyone with warmth. This place is also one of the most important Jain pilgrimages with the four most important jain temples of Bengal situated here. These are the Sri Chintamoni Parshwanath Bhagwan Temple in Azimganj, Shri Shambavnath Bhagwan Temple in Jiyaganj, Sree Adinath Bhagwan Temple in Katgola and other one is in Murshidabad itself. You can also visit Hazar Duari Palace, a palace with over 100 doors. Now a museum, the palace is definitely worth visiting. The intricate art work in the museum is a delight for art enthusiasts. Another lovely spot is Katra Masjid. Go during visiting hours for a memorable experience.
13. Murshidabad -The city of Murshidabad in the Murshidabad district of West Bengal has seen a rich history right from the time of the Mughal Empire. Get a taste of a long gone era when you visit its historical places like the Hazarduari Palace, Nazamat Imambara, Katra and Madina mosques, Jafarganj cemetery and Khush Bagh cemetery which houses the graves of the Nawab Ali Vardi Khan and his mother Siraj ud Daulah. The place which is ripe with a glorious past is a welcome change from city life.
The capital of Bengal during the Mughal period, Murshidabad stands at a distance of around 230 kilometers from the state's current capital. The best way to get to Murshidabad from Kolkata is by train, which takes around six hours. Murshidabad is best visited between October and March to avoid extreme heat. Finding accommodation is usually not a problem, but as always, make your bookings in advance to be safe rather than sorry!
283 Kms from Bihar Sharif
The place in Nepal where you will find the most friendliest people of the country! Do not lose an option of chatting with them. They can tell you some real spots where you can find wildlife roaming in its natural habitat.Read More