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When I was in my hometown, Biratnagar, I had decided to go to Hile and Dhankuta. I started from Biratnagar, and the pictures below are from the road from Biratnagar to Itahari.

A Man on the Back of a Truck

A Factory in Tanki-Sinwari VDC

A Truck Loaded with Potatoes and Onions

Women Purchasing Fruits at Duhabi

Industrial Chimneys

Tea Stands along the Highway

A Water Tank Under Construction

A Scene from the Koshi Highway

Itahari Trafic Circle

Trucks in Itahari

Itahari in Sunsari District links Biratnagar to Dharan and other points on the East-West highway. If Itahari is beset by a bandh, then the whole of the East will be paralyzed. The Next Round of Pictures are from the Road from Itahari to Dharan.

The Highway from Itahari to Dharan

Southern Edge of Dharan

Dharan Tower

Dharan is a favorite place among the Purbelis as it is very clean and lies at the point where the foothills of the  lower Himalayas and Gangetic Plains meet, so one has the best of both the worlds in Dharan. Then I headed for the legendary road to Bhedetar, a Bhanjhyang. Bhedetar (also known as Charles Point) also separates Sunsari and Dhankuta districts and the road to Raja Rani and Dhankuta 6 No. which lie in western Dhankuta separates from Bhedetar.

The Road to Bhedetar

Dharan as Seen from the Road to Bhedetar

The Road to Bhedetar

A Khumbuwan Sign Near Bhedetar. Khumbuwan is the Name for a Seperate State of the Rai People and the Movement.

From Bhedetar, I went towards Dhankuta and stopped at the Bishranti temple which lies on the banks of the Tammor. The Tamor is one of the seven rivers which unite to give rise to the majestic Sapta Koshi, the biggest river of Nepal.

Bishranti Temple

People by the Banks of the Tammor River

Last Rites/Cremation on the Banks of the Tammor Near the Bishranti Temple

Then my next stop was Hile. The following pictures were taken on the way to Hile.

A Ride on the Back of a Truck

Rice Planting Season

This is what Dhankuta city looks like from far:

Dhankuta

The Streets of Hile

A Student Lama Monk Studying in a Monestary in Hile

Prayer Wheels Spinning in a Monastery in Hile

Then on the streets of Hile,  I visited some shops where they sold gold ornaments. Here is one goldsmith at work:

A Goldsmith at Hile

Goldsmiths and their Equipments

Two kilometers from Belbari is Betana Wetland Conservation Project, a serene wetland and a laudable conservation project in addition to being a popular picnic spot. A praiseworthy effort, this place kills your stress like the way Navy SEAL killed Osama Bin Laden, and will energize you to run like a DuraCell bunny to oblivion. Maybe I am indulging in exoticism, but in kalyug when we are neck deep in ocean of feces, maybe we need places like this to remind us of our umbilical relationship with nature. Maybe if we stop ticking off Nature Mata then we can avoid 2012.

Betana Lake

Boats in the Betana Lake

Betana

Right in the neighborhood of Betana is an old Kirati cemetery that nobody seems to notice or care about. The Kirati people (Kirat is a collective term for the Tibetan origin ethnic groups in eastern Nepal like Rai, Limbu, Lepcha, Dhimal etc) bury their dead and they put large tombstones with inscriptions.

An Old Tombstone

A Collection of Tombstones

Tombstone Inscription in the Limbu Script

A Mordern Tombstone

On the other side of the road, there is a camp of tea stands loaded with junk food and cigarettes.

Tea Stands

Inside a Tea Stand

Teastands

Huge Tree nearby the Tea Stands

More pictures of the balconies of Dhankuta.

A Gumba in Hile with Tibetan Style Balcony

Tin Strikes Back

From Biratnagar, I wandered off to the hilly district of Dhankuta. The hill town of Dhankuta is the capital of the district that it is named after and nearby is the town of Hile, an entrepot in which traders from Dhankuta, Tehrathum, Bhojpur, Sankhuwasabha, western parts of Taplejung and Panchthar district gather. I have always regarded Hile as the Timbuktu of Purba. The traditional houses of Dhankuta have their own flavor, they are generally made of mud or wood, are multi-storied  and narrow and have wooden balconies . The Balcony is the nevus of the Dhankuta house. With cement and concrete devouring the old mud/wood houses, the balconies are finding themselves on the path to oblivion. In the era of apathy, I decided to be empathetic to these forsaken balconies of Dhankuta and Hile. Nepal is on the road to oblivion too due to the ruthlessness of our apathy. As the clouds of modernization and urbanization gather over Dhankuta, I wonder what little will remain of our identity, as manifested in small details like the balcony of a house.

Newari style window

Newari Style Window Balcony in Dhankuta

Insidious Steel Rods Creep into This Newari Balcony

Another Newari Style House in Dhankuta, with Flower Pots

The Titular Wooden Balcony (Above Kirana Dukan)

Rarity Even in Kathmandu: A Cast Iron Balcony with Wooden Framework. Possibly Imported from Calcutta

Two Storied Balcony House (Mud and Stone House with Cement Plaster)

Double Storied Balcony with Contrasting Construction Materials (Tin and Wood)

A Balcony Influenced by Mithila Art (Mud and Stone House)

Wide Angle View of the House in the Last Picture

Deep Purple

A Balcony without Railings Used to Showcase Flowerpots

Compartmentalized Balcony, (A Manifestation of Anshabanda)

This House Has Got Them Blues (Located in Hile)

The Rise of Tin

Suffering from growing restlessness. Thinking of leaving Kathmandu indefinitely. Hell with the West I am gonna go to the East.
Kathmandu is rotting from the core and that is why it smells like a Mount Everest of shit. I am tired of men openly urinating in the streets. I am tired of the infinite and never ending traffic jams. I am tired of Kathmandu and everything that reminds me of Kathmandu. And I hate dogs. Dear reader, please do me a kind favor by gunning down all those stray dogs in Kathmandu. The very air that I breathe is poison here in Kathmandu. People just don’t seem to know what’s good for them anymore.
Keeping in mind the exodus to the West taking place in Nepal, I will just head to the East. I choose to get away from the stampede.
Booked a ticket to Biratnagar. My family is from Biratnagar and from a broader viewpoint the East or Purba.
Just finished packing. With my jhola I am headed to purba as a thirsty traveller. I do not expect luxury and I do not want luxury. I want to open a new door even if it means breaking and entering. Like Devkota, the sky is my blanket and the bare Earth is my bed. The pen is my AK 47, the Internet is my publisher and depravity is my enemy.
The only blessings that I ask for are those of my readers.