Bhaktapur is located around 12 kilometers East from Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. The city used to be the center of an ancient trading route between India and Tibet. This aspect of Bhaktapurs history has really helped to shape the identity of the city, bringing a melange of Tibetan, Newari and Indian influences.
Much like many other places in Nepal it is situated in a valley surrounded by the Himalayas. A towering mountain range that touches even the clouds in the sky. A truly amazing sight on its own but more so when combined by the ancient stone and wood pagodas of Bhaktapur.
I spent the day at Bhaktapur. Walking the streets. I was enthralled by the buildings. Buildings constructed with red bricks and wood with sometimes gold coloured or stone ornaments. I found a mix of Indian and Buddhist shrines along with many stalls selling items such as singing bowls, Hindu and Buddhist ornaments and pottery. I was amazed by the pottery skills of the street potters making items such as bowls, vases or water jugs. Everything done by hand and baked using wood fired ovens. The smell of the air was rich in a mixture of the wood smoke and the faint scent of sandalwood and incense.
I visited Bhaktapur during the rainy season. I found that during the rainy season when it rains, it pours. Half the day had passed and I could see the rain on the horizon. I managed to seek refuge in a cafe in sight of the Nyatapola pagoda. This was the largest pagoda in the city which is over 300 years old. It was here where I sought out the rest of the day with friends. Talking about the unique beauty of the city and its people. Eating plate after plate of steamed momos (if you ever go to Nepal you got to try these dumplings called momos) and washing them down with Everest lager. It was a good day.