Monday, October 22, 2012

Cable Car to Manakamana Temple

Our original itinerary called for departure to Lumbini today. (Lumbini is the birthplace of the historical Buddha.) I had really wanted to go there; however, from Lumbini it would be a 10-hour car ride back to Bhim's village (our next scheduled stop) and so I decided that I would forego the trip and asked Bhim to take me in the direction of his village instead. After experiencing the awful pollution and crazy drivers I just couldn't deal with the thought of a 10-hour car ride.

          On the way down to Chitwan two days ago Bhim had pointed out a cable car going up the mountainside —  "The only one in Nepal," he said. I had asked that we stop and take a ride on the way back and he had agreed. So on our return he kept his promise, and we rode up in the cable car known as the Manakamana Cable Car because it goes up to an important Hindu temple of the same name.





As I've previously written, I'm in Nepal during part of Dashain, the 15-day Hindu holiday.  We were going up to the Manakamana Temple where prayers and incense were being offered and sacrifices of goats were taking place. (There were some tell-tale marks of blood on the floor of the cable car — a previous rider's plastic bag had apparently leaked a bit.) Before the cable car had been installed, people walked all the way up. I asked Bhim how much time it took to walk. "About three hours," he said. Unbelievable, really! Just look at the size of the "hills!"


The temple area was jammed with people. Some people were sitting with offerings of incense and flowers; some people were reading religious texts; others were giving and receiving the tikka blessing (the red mark on the forehead), and family groups were talking and taking photographs. Many people were standing in line with their goats, waiting to go into the area where the animals would see their last minutes. Other people were going into another area of the temple where incense was burning and bells were being rung. 







On the way back down in the cable car, we came to a complete, unexpected stop and there I was, sitting in a dangling cable car for several minutes with Bhim and three gentlemen from India. I marveled at how I was taking everything in stride — how far I had come from the person, months ago, who had been terrified of taking this trip. My heart was just so full of joy in that moment, a moment wherein I was in a cable car stuck on a line above a high mountain and feeling no fear, but simply awe and wonder and happiness.