Arriving into the airport, I was consumed by nerves. Would the Magician and I stop arguing? Would we be able to forgive each other for the words we’d said to each other? Could we even trust each other? I waited in the airport for 2 hours for his plane to arrive. Sipping what was one of the worst coffees of my life I waited, trying to ignore the continual stares from the locals and to calm my pounding heart. I watched as his angular gait swing through whilst carrying with his familiar grey rucksack. I watched his head flick around looking for me. I gave a tentative wave, then he caught me up in his arms. I felt the seed of hope I’d been nursing for days plant, that maybe we would be ok.
Getting a taxi to the hotel we spent the rest of that first day wrapped in each other’s arms, only leaving the hotel to eat. Talking through every word said, starting to move on, to trust each other more openly. The Magician was still hesitant, I could feel him holding back. And for the first time I started to open up more and more. Trying with every word to be more and more honest with him. It became easier and easier to let go, but still in the back of my mind was the ghost of pain I had from my ex- husband leaving me out of the blue.
The last time I’d been to Nepal was when I was 17 years old. I was looking forward to seeing the changes that had taken place in the city, and country. Once the Magician’s jet lag stared to subside we started to explore Kathmandu more and more, Again the gentle friendly- ness of all the Nepalese hit me. I noticed the level of poverty in Kathmandu was still everywhere though. The signs of the 2015 earthquake were still littered into different places. Especially in Durban square (where a number of temples are). This didn’t seem to stop the hard grafting done by the Nepalese to earn a living from the tourists.
One of the first places we visited was Swayambhunath Temple. This is also known as the monkey temple. Grabbing a taxi out to the dusty part of the city we started the climb up the steps to the temple. The surroundings are covered by monkey’s running around winding trees and small stalls selling their trinkets. Getting to the top, you’re overwhelmed by the view over the city. We could easily see the bubble of smog and dust covering the city. The temple itself is for the Buddhist and Hindu faith. Here we went and stopped in one of the cafes and looked at buying a singing bowl. Singing bowls are used in meditation and also for spiritual healing to help balance chakras. These chakras are believed to be specific points within body and represent different things. And its believed when they are out of balance, this can cause specific illnesses.
Later in the week we wondered around Durban square with a guide. Durban square is a great place to visit in Katmandu, as there are a LOT of temples all in a very small area with Hindu and Buddhism mixed together. They also have a living Goddess who lives there (who is a pre- pubescent girl). The Goddess is believed to be a re-incarnation of Kumari (which is derived from a Sanskrit word, which means Princess). It is believed that the Goddess leaves the re- incarnated Kumari when she bleeds. This bleeding could be her period, or even a simple grazing of her knee. The selection process for the Kumari is rigorous and from a specific group of Nepalese.
One temple in Durban square that really hit me was the Kala Bairav. This temple is for the Shiva in his destructive form. Apparently, you can’t lie in in front of this temple, otherwise you will vomit blood. And it just so happens that there’s a prison in front of it. Convenient for the police right? This temple had a number of people making offerings in front of it.