B.P. Shresta: Getting it done in Dhulikhel

This is an entry about a man who has made a real difference in his community over the course of his lifetime, and who attributes his successes to a year spent in the United States.

We had the pleasure of meeting Mr. B.P. Shresta of Dhulikhel, Nepal during a two-day visit to his hometown set on the eastern rim of the Kathmandu Valley.  We were introduced to B.P. by our family member, Dr. Jerry Bunker, who spent some time in Dhulikhel practicing medicine.  “Bunker” (as B.P. fondly calls Jerry) and B.P. became friends and have maintained that friendship over the years and distances.  We benefited greatly from the Bunker-B.P. connection when we contacted B.P. and were invited to spend time with him and his family at their hotel, the Himalayan Horizon, named for the magnificent mountain views from the rim of the valley.  Clouds obscured the views most of the time we were in Dhulikhel, but meeting B.P. and hearing his story more than made up for the mountain-less scenery.

B.P., never before having left Nepal, traveled to Davis, California in the late 1960s for one year to teach the Nepali language to outbound Peace Corps volunteers.  B.P. claims that while in the United States he observed a mentality, an approach to problem solving, and a “can do” attitude that contrasted sharply with what he grew up with in Nepal: an attitude of fatalism (his word).  B.P. marveled at the freedom and defiance of the hippy culture and at other new ideas that were in the air including individualism, entrepreneurialism, and civic engagement.  He also absorbed these ideas and transported them back to Dhulikhel where he returned after his year abroad.  In the subsequent 45 years Dhulikhel has been the beneficiary of B.P. and his American experience.  (B.P. claims it was his visit to the United States that set his wheels in motion.)

Upon his return, B.P., seeing that those same hippies were starting to visit Nepal and needed lodging, started a four-room guesthouse with no indoor plumbing.  By the time we visited Dhulikhel, he’d built the Himalayan Horizon, a four-building compound with a conference center and 60 high quality guestrooms (the nicest we’ve stayed in on this trip).  But B.P.’s commercial activities were only the beginning of his contribution to Dhulikhel.

A true visionary, B.P. has been able to see things both as they are and as they could be.

He started with a municipal water system.  In the country with the second largest reserve of freshwater in the world, Nepal’s water distribution system is abominable.  In the pre-B.P. Dhulikhel water was hauled in buckets up from the valley.  In post-B.P. Dhulikhel a German-engineered water system brings water from a spring 14 kilometers to the south supplying the townspeople with water at the twist of a tap.  Around this same time, B.P. began to engage in politics, serving as the mayor of Dhulikhel for 14 years.

During Bunker’s time in Dhulikhel, the absence of regular health care services was noted and quickly remedied by the establishment of a small clinic.  It soon became clear that the clinic was not sufficient to fill the health care needs of the community and B.P. set out to organize and seek funding for the building of what now stands on the slopes of Dhulikhel: the state-of-the-art Dhulikhel Hospital.  The service area for this hospital stretches across a quarter of the country, and it (along with the water system) has come to be regarded as a model for other communities in Nepal.  Not only does Dhulikhel Hospital serve patients, but it is also a teaching hospital for the training of health care providers pursuing their degrees at yet another B.P. institution.

B.P. Shresta and the boys at Dhulikhel Hospital, Dhulikhel, Nepal
B.P. Shresta and the boys at Dhulikhel Hospital, Dhulikhel, Nepal

Yes, you may have guessed it, B.P. was also a primary mover behind the establishment of Kathmandu University: a 3,500 student, Dhulikhel-based university [despite the name] offering undergraduate and graduate degrees mostly in science and technology, areas specifically chosen to fill recognized gaps in the offerings at other universities in the country.

B.P. Shresta and the boys at Kathmandu U, Dhulikhel, Nepal
B.P. Shresta and the boys at Kathmandu U, Dhulikhel, Nepal

After Kathmandu University had been up and running for several years, B.P. realized that very few students coming out of the Dhulikhel secondary schools were being accepted to Kathmandu University.  Those students were simply not prepared for college, the director of admissions told B.P.  B.P.’s next stop was improving the elementary and secondary school system of Dhulikhel enough so that some of those students could advance to Kathmandu University.  Not surprisingly, given his previous track record, B.P. succeeded again.

We toured several of B.P.’s favorite successes and enjoyed his stories of how they came to be and of what was next on his to-do list.  His determination, perseverance and patience were impressive.  For us, the important lesson was that with vision, commitment and follow through real change can be made, even in a country as poor as Nepal (per capita GDP approximately $600, lower than Haiti, slightly better than Afghanistan, but worse off than every other country in the world outside of Africa).

Thanks, B.P.!

Outside the Himalayan Horizon Hotel, Dhulikhel, Nepal
Outside the Himalayan Horizon Hotel, Dhulikhel, Nepal

Holi Moly!

We made it back to Kathmandu from our trek in time to celebrate Holi.  To make a long, convoluted story short, Holi is a Hindu festival that celebrates the survival of a Vishnu devotee — Prahlada, son of the demon god Hiranyakashipu — and the death of the demon god’s sister, Holika.  It is a boisterous, day-long event that involves throwing or rubbing colored powder on other celebrants, spraying water, throwing water balloons, and dumping buckets of water from rooftops on Holi participants below.  It is a male mayhem in which few if any Nepali women participate, and the less wholesome among the celebrants take the opportunity to touch women (almost all foreigners) in ways they would not dare otherwise.  It can be a bit intimidating to say the least.  Nonetheless, we all survived it!

Securing Holi supplies the night before, Kathmandu
Securing Holi supplies the night before, Kathmandu
Marked as Holi participants, Kathmandu
Marked as Holi participants, Kathmandu
After an hour on the streets, Holi, Kathmandu
After an hour on the streets, Holi, Kathmandu
Watching the Holi mayhem from the sidelines, Kathmandu
Watching the Holi mayhem from the sidelines, Kathmandu
The boys in a gang of Holi kids, Kathmandu
The boys in a gang of Holi kids, Kathmandu
Heisenberg does Holi
Heisenberg does Holi

Trekking Langtang Valley and Gosainkund

Over 15,000 feet above sea level, Kyanjin Ri (4600m)
Over 15,000 feet above sea level, Kyanjin Ri (4600m)

Opening with a family photo atop a snow covered peak surrounded by stunning mountain scenery is an irresistible gimmick.  Sorry.  Getting high into the Himalaya was one of the goals of this trek, but getting there and back made up the bulk of the experience.

Here you are either walking up or walking down, and the ups and downs are massive.  Our 12-day trek started at the end of the road in the town of Syaprubesi (1500m x 3.3 = 4950ft) and took us up the Langtang Valley over the following five days to the settlement of Kyanjin Gompa (3900m) with a day trip to the nearby “hill” of Kyanjin Ri (4600m).  The return trip took us back down the river to Bamboo (1950m) before heading back up through the relatively large (and uniquely electrified) town of Thulo Syaphru (2250m), the tiny two-house Foprang Danda and the beautiful views from Laurebina Yak (3900m).  On our final day we descended from Laurebina Yak to the roadside town of Dunche (1900m) to catch a bumpy, windy, 6-hour jeep ride back to Kathmandu on roads with precipitous drops through switchbacks and landslides.  For those of you doing the math, the last day’s descent was the equivalent of walking down from the peak of our highest east coast mountain, Mt. Mitchell (2037m), to sea level.

This is not a wilderness area, but a place lightly populated mostly by third-generation Tibetans.  Religious objects are everywhere.  Here are a few that we saw along the trail.

Water-powered prayer wheel along the trail, Langtang
Water-powered prayer wheel along the trail, Langtang
Carved and painted inscriptions along the trail, Langtang Valley
Carved and painted inscriptions along the trail, Langtang Valley
Hiking past a mani wall and yak/cow hybrids, Langtang Valley
Hiking past a mani wall and yak/cow hybrids, Langtang Valley
Passing a forest chorten on a slushy day, below Foprang Danda
Passing a forest chorten on a slushy day, below Foprang Danda

But not all of the religious objects were Buddhist.  On the trail to the sacred Hindu lakes of Gosainkund, Shiva images start to appear.

Trail porn: Shiva and Pravati doing the "Cosmic Dance", on the trail to the sacred lakes of Gosainkund
Trail porn: Shiva and Pravati doing the “Cosmic Dance” (?), on the trail to the sacred lakes of Gosainkund

The trails themselves are much-used footpaths that have connected settlements for hundreds of years.  This is a roadless area, so everything that moves here moves along these paths.  That includes not only the people, but the goods.  Pack animals carry cement, rice and other bulk items that are not likely to be broken when bashed against trees or rocks on a narrow trail.  Humans are the pack animals for everything else.  It was a painful and sobering sight to see men (young and old) hiking for three leg-trembling days (Syaprubesi to Kyanjin Gompa), often in flip flops, with the following items across their backs supported by a strap over the forehead.  (Photographing these guys seemed too voyeuristic, so words will have to suffice.)  Five 4×8 foot sheets of 1/4 inch plywood; 2×8 foot rolls of galvanized, corrugated sheet metal roofing material; reams of rebar; several cases of 750ml bottles of beer; solar panels, brackets, and piping for solar hot water systems; and the ubiquitous heavy-ass load of unidentified stuff to be consumed by trekkers somewhere further up the trail.  A three-day haul with 90-150 pounds strapped to the back will bring in approximately $35.  In Nepal this is big money; enough, apparently, to destroy your body getting it.

In addition to the lowly pack-animal porter hauling commodities up the trail, many trekkers hire their own personal porters to carry their gear so they can walk with a small day pack.  The juxtaposition of doughy trekker with day pack against sinewy porter with three large backpacks strapped around his head and back was a tough one to see over and over again.  We are used to carrying our own gear when we hike, and did so on this trek.  But was that the “right” thing to do?  As a result, we left at least one Nepali unemployed who would otherwise have made as much as $15-20 per day carrying our stuff.  The porters we passed were not concerned about this dilemma and instead invariably commented with glee on the size of the boys’ packs.  Some images from the trail.

Trail mother watching her boys cross shaky suspension bridge over plunging, rocky river, outside Thulo Syaphru
Trail mother watching her boys cross shaky suspension bridge over plunging, rocky river, outside Thulo Syaphru
Hiking buddies on a day trip to Kyanjin Ri
Hiking buddies on a day trip to Kyanjin Ri
Trekking with livestock, Thulo Syaphru
Trekking with livestock, Thulo Syaphru

The day-to-day was what made the trip.  We met great people along the way, both local hosts and international trekkers.  We ate mediocre but filling, carb-heavy meals and drank lots of hot drinks.  We enjoyed good weather almost all of the time.  And we slept well after long days of intense exercise (except when sharing lodging with large groups of loud Koreans . . .).  Here are some images that capture some of those experiences.

Hot lemon at the Namaste, Sherpagaon
Hot lemon at the Namaste, Sherpagaon
Laundry day while hostess weaves Tibetan belt, Thulo Syaphru
Laundry day while hostess weaves Tibetan belt, Thulo Syaphru
A horseback ride with Dawa Lama, Langtang Gompa
A horseback ride with Dawa Lama, Langtang Gompa
Staying warm with fellow trekkers, Laurebina Yak
Staying warm with fellow trekkers, Laurebina Yak
Carolina boys learn to make a snowman, front yard of the yak cheese factory, Shin Gompa
Carolina boys learn to make a snowman, front yard of the yak cheese factory, Shin Gompa
Outdoor dining in the late afternoon sun, Laurebina Yak
Outdoor dining in the late afternoon sun, Laurebina Yak
Queen of the blue caterpillars awakens, Foprang Danda
Queen of the blue caterpillars awakens, Foprang Danda

Every day on the trek was a good one, but the best one had to be the day that we set out from Thulo Syaphru on the way to Shin Gompa (an 1100m climb).  It had rained the night before, which was an unusual weather event this time of year.  The trails were a bit slick and the sky was still overcast.  After an hour or so thunderheads started rumbling and we sought shelter where we could find it under the eaves of a storage shed.  As we crouched there with the temperatures dropping and the rain increasing we received good information from a passing Nepali of a tea house ten minutes up the trail.  We made a run for it and managed to reach the warmth and shelter just as the skies opened up.  The next four hours were spent on benches around a wood burning stove with an American birder, a Canadian wanderer, two German medical students and their various guides and porters sipping tea, eating various combinations of noodles, rice and potatoes, and watching a pan on the stove fill with water dripping from the ceiling.  It was heaven compared to the outdoor alternative.  When the weather finally cleared we got back on the trail and continued our climb through slushy forests to the ridge top clearing of Foprang Danda.  The two tea houses that usually serve as a lunch stop became our home for the afternoon and night, and Foprang Danda became our favorite trail moment.  Our young host cooked up an excellent dinner and we slept hard and well crammed into a room no bigger than the bed itself oblivious to the rats sharing our space and unconcerned about the frigid outdoor squat toilet with the shower curtain door.  Rising at 5:30AM we caught the clear morning views to the west, north and east as the sun rose to the sound of roosters and nothing else.

Hunkering down during rainstorm on the way to Foprang Danda
Hunkering down during rainstorm on the way to Foprang Danda
One of two buildings in Foprang Danda
One of two buildings in Foprang Danda
The other building in Foprang Danda
The other building in Foprang Danda
First light on the Ganesh Himal (7000+m), from bed in Foprang Danda
First light on the Ganesh Himal (7000+m), from bed in Foprang Danda

Happiness is trekking with your family on the rooftop of the world.

Morning light on Langtang Lirung (7227m), Kyanjin Gompa, Langtang Valley
Morning light on Langtang Lirung (7227m), Kyanjin Gompa, Langtang Valley
Morning tea below the Kanja La Himal, Kyanjin Gompa
Morning tea below the Kanja La Himal, Kyanjin Gompa
Atop Kyanjin Ri (4600m), Langtang Valley
Atop Kyanjin Ri (4600m), Langtang Valley

Life and death on the banks of the Bagmati River

The Pashupatinath Temple on the banks of the Bagmati River in Kathmandu is one of the most significant temples to the Hindu god Shiva in the world (and Nepal’s most important Hindu temple), and it happened to be a twenty minute walk from our guesthouse in Boudha.  It also happened to be the day before the festival of Maha Shivaratri (“Night of Lord Shiva”) when devotees of Shiva  (including thousands of ash-covered Sadhus) gather by the hendreds of thousands at Pashupatinath Temple (Pashupati is one of Shiva’s incarnations as “Lord of all Animals”) to make their offerings, bathe and anoint the Shiv Linga, and smoke marijuana.  We figured we had to check it out.

The temple complex was already in full swing with about 12 hours to go before the official midnight start of festivities.  As we entered with the throngs we were picked up by a near-toothless gentleman named Keshab Badal who became our guide for the day.  Mr. Badal was quite an asset, as it turned out, presenting to us the basics of the Hindu belief system as we sat on the banks of the Bagmati overlooking the cremation ghats of Pashupatinath.  This time of year the Bagmati is reduced to a sewage and plastic filled trickle as it makes its way from from the snow-covered Himalaya down to the Ganges across the plains of India.  But like the equally polluted Ganges River, the Bagmati is sacred despite its current physical state.  As Mr. Badal said “science says it is toxic, but culture says it is pure.”  Believers who are near death are brought to a hospice building within the temple complex on the banks of this river to be near it when they die.  This allows them to drink from the river just before they die in order to purify their souls, to be washed in the river after their death, and to be cremated on the ghats of the river shortly thereafter.  As we sat with Mr. Badal listening to a cogent explanation of the Hindu trinity of birth, life, and death and the main gods Brahma (the creator), Vishnu (the preserver/protector), and Shiva (the destroyer/recreator), we witnessed all of the stages of this final life ceremony as the terminally ill were brought to hospice, as the bodies of the recently deceased were washed on the banks of the river, and as the shrouded bodies were placed on prepared piles of firewood, unwrapped for their final exit (“naked in, naked out” another Badalism) and set ablaze.  The smoke from the ghats filled the air as dreadlocked, loinclothed holy men wandered by.

The cremation ghats of Pashupatinath on the Bagmati River, Kathmandu, Nepal
The cremation ghats of Pashupatinath on the Bagmati River, Kathmandu, Nepal
Devotees begin to gather on the Bagmati ghats in anticipation of Maha Shivaratri, Pashupatinath
Devotees begin to gather on the Bagmati ghats in anticipation of Maha Shivaratri, Pashupatinath
A series of 11 small temples each housing a Shiva Lingam, Pashupatinath
A series of 11 small temples each housing a Shiva Lingam, Pashupatinath
Mr. Badal explaining the significance of the Naga in Hindu mythology, Pashupatinath
Mr. Badal explaining the significance of the Naga in Hindu mythology, Pashupatinath
Mr. Badal and the boys at Pashupatinath
Mr. Badal and the boys at Pashupatinath

Nepal, “the best country so far”

The boys declared Nepal the best country so far within an hour or two of landing in Kathmandu.  When asked to specify what made it the best country, their answers varied from the vague “I don’t know, it’s really cool” “everybody’s really open and nice and stuff” to the more specific “the tea” “the colors, sounds and smells” “the sadhus”.  I have to agree with them, but I am also hard pressed to put the “why” into words.

If only one word was allowed, it would be “texture”.  That might be a stand in word for “what a place looks like when it is extremely poor”, but there are other extremely poor parts of the world that don’t have this feel.  Nepal is an unthreatening place, even (apparently) for a nine year old boy.  It is a place of stunning natural beauty (which we’ve so far only caught a glimpse of from the plane window).  It is a place of vibrant culture, much of it intertwined with two of the most fascinating world religions: Hinduism and Buddhism.  It is a place that seems totally chaotic, but in a good, exciting and energizing way.  We’re all looking forward to our two months here.

It did not hurt the first impression of Kathmandu that we decided to stay in Bodhnath (or Boudha) on the good recommendation of our friends Kevin and Sarah.  Boudha is the home of Asia’s largest Buddhist stupa and is inhabited primarily by Tibetan refugees.  Our first afternoon in the country was spent circumambulating the Bodhnath Stupa with the maroon-robed monks and other devotees under fluttering prayer flags with the scent of yak butter candles in the air.  Among the many people who took an interest in boys (but who could not care less about the boys’ parents) were two newly minted nursed who wanted to practice their English.  The boys have enjoyed celebrity status throughout the trip, but Nepal has brought it to a new level.

Standing on the plinth of the Bodhnath Stupa, Boudha, Nepal
Standing on the plinth of the Bodhnath Stupa, Boudha, Nepal
The boys and their new friends
The boys and their new friends
Third eyes open during Maha Shivaratri, Durbar Square, Kathmandu, Nepal
Third eyes open during Maha Shivaratri, Durbar Square, Kathmandu, Nepal
Strolling home past hand-cranked ferris wheel, Boudha, Nepal
Strolling home past hand-cranked ferris wheel, Boudha, Nepal