Patan is the ancient capital of Nepal, located a 40-or-so-minute taxi ride outside of the Thamel (tourist) area of Kathmandu.
My trekking buddy, Ellen, and I had heard about it from a fellow trekker while we tackled the Annapurna circuit. When our plans had us in Kathmandu at the same time, we met up and elected to check out this ancient city.
At first glance, Patan looks like a larger version of Durbar Square in Kathmandu, complete with the bogus entry fees for foreigners.
Little did we know that we had arrived on a major holiday and were about to experience something truly out of the ordinary.
While Ellen checked out the museum I wandered around the ruins. What I love about the Durbar Squares I’ve seen in Nepal, and especially Patan, is they’re not blocked off from human touch.
All day long visitors — mostly locals — sit along the ridges and steps of the various temples enjoying the day, hanging out with their friends, or selling spices, flowers, and bracelets.
Lovely Patan
A perfect place to relax on a hot afternoon
I glanced at the time and realized I needed to eat something. The thing about hot weather is, sometimes I just forget to eat!
There were plenty of cafes around pandering to tourists but that’s not what I wanted, so with a little more wandering, I found a little boy dishing up something called choila, which means “mix”.
It involves pounded flat rice, which is crunchy, and in this case, some bamboo, chickpeas, and potatoes in gravy. Sitting between an old, smiling, local man and two girls who asked the boy to give me more gravy, I felt happy to have found the perfect spot.
Heavy locks and beautiful bells at the entrance to one of the temples
When I walked back to meet Ellen, playing ball with some kids in the square along the way, I ended up talking to the one of guys at the ticketing counter who asked me what I thought of the local Nepali food. He had noticed me eating there, happy to see that I was trying to immerse myself a bit more in the local culture. As an added bonus, he explained there would be a tree-like float and at some point a coconut would be thrown from the top of it. Apparently this was a big festival during which a giant float had been paraded around the town all day, and it would all culminate in an hour or so just down the road from where we were at that moment.
It didn’t make much sense to me but nevertheless, sounded too good to miss.
A little monk hugs a friend as they parade around the Golden Temple
The festival is called Rato Machhendranath after the god of rain (an incarnation of Shiva) whose temple in Durbar Square of Patan has been there since the 1600s. Given this takes place right before monsoon season, it’s an opportunity to ask for rains for prosperous crop yielding. It’s celebrated by parading a chariot, or Bunga Dyah Jatra, through the streets.
It culminates when a priest climbs the float and throws a coconut down into the crowd. Whoever catches the coconut is considered to be very lucky and has a great year ahead to look forward to. For this reason, the coconut isn’t claimed easily and usually a brawl ensues between the masses, each person eager to be the winner of good fortune.
Little did we know this is one of the oldest and most important festivals in Nepal.
Walking about ten minutes down the street he pointed out, vendors all along the peripheries, tons of people walking through, seabuckhorn berries for sale wrapped in newspaper, the float finally made itself visible.
“What the heck is that?!”
It looks like a Christmas tree from Who-ville!
People climbing up the float for a blessing
There were riot police all along the sides, some smiling big when they saw Ellen and I, the only foreigners in a crowd of thousands. Others filming and taking pictures, just as much tourists as we were.
Riot police? Oh goodness what are we in for?
A woman near the front of the float said, “namaste” (Nepali for “hello”), while throwing water at us as a blessing.
A man threw a flower to me from the top of the float (which Ellen later said, “I’m not sure if it’s the same as in India, but if it is, he just proposed to you), and another applied a red powder bindi to my forehead.
Sacred float
“You’d better move, when the coconut comes, there will be fighting,” one of the riot police said to Ellen as he began putting on his riot gear and readying his bamboo stick.
A coconut is about to fall
Suddenly it made sense why there were so many people on the tops of buildings or watching from windows.
Much of the crowd is watching from a safe distance – a wise choice
Crowding the rooftops as the sun sets. It’s coconut time!
A child watches the action from his window
The crowd went wild as a priest climbed the leaning tower of the chariot, coconut in hand. He kept indicating he might throw it on various sides of the chariot, faking everyone out and eliciting cheers each time he pretended to throw it in any given direction.
Since Ellen and I were still very much in the crowd without many options of escape, I silently hoped he wouldn’t throw it in our direction. It was meant to be good luck and all, but I was content not to get a bloody nose over it.
Finally he threw it in the opposite direction to ours, where a crowd of men wrestled over the coconut until one emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers.
As we walked back to the main square I surveyed the crowd, finding that we truly were the only foreigners there. Moreover, we were met with smiles and nods of fascination and appreciation from those around us. It felt special. It felt good.
…and it all started with a plate of choila.
Do it yourself:
- Catch a taxi to Patan from Thamel (Kathmandu). A fair price is about 350 rupees ($3.50) one way
- The chariot is paraded all throughout Patan and surrounding areas for a month leading up to the date of the actual festival, which falls between April and May. We happened to witness it on May 13, 2014
- Wear clothing that covers your shoulders and knees when visiting the temples as a sign of respect