Visiting the Monkey Temple in Kathmandu



After a 20+ hour flight across the world, we decide that the first thing we should do in Nepal is go to  the Monkey Temple. Because, who hears “Monkey Temple” and says no?

Jet-lagged, we wander through Kathmandu’s unmarked streets in the general direction of where we think we are supposed to go. Practicing our best cheerful greetings of ‘Namaste!’ we walk past school children in navy blue uniforms and well-used urban temples with frosted with pink, red and orange tikka powder.


The official name of this temple is Swayambhunath. Hence why English speakers simply call it the Monkey Temple. The name alone inspires images of Indian Jones-like exploration to a remote, golden temple in the middle of the jungle protected by holy monkeys. In reality, it is in the middle of the megalopolis of Kathmandu, where nothing seems remote due to cars enthusiastically honk as the chug past you. But the monkeys are still technically holy, since they are the mythical descendants of an enlightened being’s head lice.


Holy monkeys

As soon as we arrive at the temple gates, we cannot control our glee. “Oh my gawd, mon-keeeeeeys!” as if I’m eight years old and I’ve discovered My Little Pony’s scampering around. But as we get closer, they drop the cuteness act. Roaming around like they own the place (because they do), the monkeys are snarling with open flesh wounds on their hind legs. They are picking fleas of each other. And they are freaking everywhere.

Oh God….monkeys….eewwwww”


While real life monkeys are gross, they are just as mischievous as cartoon characters.


Unlike Curious George, these monkeys do not eat bananas but seem to subsist on offerings of rice and marigolds made at the temple. That’s right, these little creates stuff orange flowers in their faces like candy. Which the temple guard bluntly points out to me at the entrance, nodding towards my small, plastic bag of marigolds with the simple and effective warning of “Monkey take.”


Waiting to swoop in for breakfast

But its not all about the monkeys. It is our first day in Nepal and we are blown away by the beauty of the temples and how many people actually use them. This is one of the most important temples in Nepal for Tibetan Buddhists but is also an important place of worship for Hindus. The pictures alone make the day-long plane ride worth it.


Eyes of Buddha


Lighting butter lamps



Practical Tip: Get there in the morning to see the monkeys in their prime activity level. Bring 200 rupees for the entrance fee (around $2 US).

I’m going to Nepal!

NepalLike today. It’s been a crazy week of repeat REI shopping trips, Google searches for required vaccines and spreading potential packing items like peanut butter on my bedroom floor. But now the countdown is on and in a few hours, the traveling will begin!

For three weeks I’ll be wandering around Nepal with my partner in crime Jenna, starting in Kathmandu.
Why Nepal? Because when I googled ‘Places to travel to in November’ and it came up. And then I though, “Yes, yes I will do that.” In about 20 mins I convinced Jenna to come with me.

All we had to next was log on to Hipmunk and look for flights to Kathmandu. Click, click. And then viola! We’re now booked to spend 22+ hours on a plane and fly halfway around the world. SEA > LAX > CAN > KTM here we come!!

Finding Inspiration in the North Cascades


It’s beautiful driving down State Route 20 at 8 o’clock in the evening in my old, beat-up 1989 Toyota Corolla that I never, ever clean. My radio is dead and so I sing “Baby, I miss you” through the four arched scratches on my windshield towards mountains of trees.

I’m getting the hell out. Away from all the stress and shaking off the day. Onward to North Cascades National Park.

It’s getting dark by the time my best friend Alia and I turn our wheels into Goodell Creek Campground. We pick a spot in the trees with the sound of the Skagit River pinging like windchimes in a winter storm. Perfect. We make a fire, s’mores and stare up at the stars in dumb awe as we rehash all the stupid shit we used to traveling around Latin America. Read More