“You can feel the gods here”: a village house in Nepal supports original women Nepal holidays

I am in the Dhankuta area that was slightly visited in East Nepal on a hosting trip Community community community (Chn). This social institution works with governmental and non -profit organizations such as Husadec Center (Husadec) To support women – including Alina’s mother, Brem Maya – to open their homes to travelers. Since its launch with only one house in Panotti, southeast of Kathmandu, in 2012, Chn has grown to more than 362 families in 40 society. This is the first in the country’s rural east.

With high temperatures, seasonal floods and wrong monsoons, movements for dawkuta farmers in Dhankuta are forced to the border to India, and this remote area turns into international tourism for the first time. Empowering women to earn without having to leave their villages and working to roast sustainable rain water is essential to this vision.

While tourism contributed about $ 2.2 billion (1.64 billion pounds) in Nepal’s gross domestic product in 2024, it remains focused around Khatmanu, and the roads of trips such as Everest and the Annapurna district, which is the second city Bukhara and Sheetwan National. The result is the excessive infrastructure of loading, traffic mixing in the main views and economic benefits of the industry concentrated in a few hands. Plannings like Chn hope to spread the tourist dollar and provide visitors with an unforgettable experience away from the crowds.

After a 40 -minute trip from Kathmandu and a two -hour bus journey along a road heading like a series of sickle satellites, our first station is Dhankuta. It was like the administrative axis of the region until the sixties, when he drowned in a slumber. Initially, it appears that the new government’s tourism policy may not be registered with the local population. While wandering in orange -drawn buildings, the sewing machine is in the Khayat store, where its owner is seen within astonishment; The shopkeeper wearing a shirt decorated with the words of “Mama Little Mama” falls on his bags to stare; A woman freezes at her entrance, nearing Dal dripping from the wooden spoon she carries.

“In the past few decades, this neighborhood was so empty that Ibn Awi Gap in the streets,” explains our guide, Kalpana Bhattarai. “The local population drew it to celebrate their history as orange farmers before climate change – and in the hope that it will attract visitors. They seem to be a little surprised to see it already.” She is flashing a profitable smile, and they all return.

Bringing the largest possible number of local population in the tourist supply chain is essential for ChN ethics, which is why it also runs programs to train youth as guides. After a night in rest Murchunga International Hotel In Dhankuta, we meet a program graduate, Nabin Rai of the Aath Pahariya Rai community. This morning, he will lead the 7 -mile forests to his village in Khaldah’s house for the first time, and given my continuous questions, I think this is the baptism of fire.

While we are walking, he talks about his life as the only young man in the village – he is partially behind him to care for his disabled father and with a partial love. “When I came to the woods, it looks like a home,” he says, as it drives the road along a road inlaid with silver silica molecules that resemble the Tamor River below. “You can feel the gods here.”

When we enter Khambela through woven trees with jasmine, Nabin refers to rain water storage tanks that were installed by the International Center for Integrated mountain Development (ICIMOD), which helps to complete the unreliable offer from the government pipeline two hours on an equal footing.

The height of the vegetable curry ends in a courtyard owned by a woman in her sixties. Dedicated (Big sister), and we notice our fascination with her house with a quiet entertainment. While we are ready to leave, you press my hands: a hand -sculpted tool reluctantly abandoned when she blows it and conducted a chain with clumsy enthusiasm.

After another night in our hotel, we wander around Dankota Hat (Bazaar), where raisins, Magars, Limbus and people of several Hindu sects are struggled by everything from buffalo sales to cucumbers like a child’s leg. Then we take the bus to a grace to meet the Aath Pahariya Rai family, hosting for the next few days.

Brem leads the road to the top of the dirt stairs from the mountain to her home, the highest in the village. From the toilet to three haunted bedrooms by a cat called NIMKI, it is flawlessly clean and arrests views of the forest floor in the valley.

It shines shyly to the fresh soap and soap alongside a bed. “I am not sure where you are and I haven’t seen many people who resemble you, but I am very happy because you are here,” she says. A folded towel in the shape of a butterfly and the light he left – a gesture that always reminds me of my father – indicates that this cannot be healthier.

During the next few days, I adapt to the rhythms of life in Brem’s house: the smell of cow dung and wood and I learn fold the large leaves that will be used as dishes; The way the valley appears almost flat under midday heat, and becomes soft and deep in the afternoon; Alina remembered that when she was young, her father Ram carried her to bed, she was imagining the stars who were walking with them.

“I cannot read or write beyond my name and never earned my money before. I am now a businesswoman,” says Brem, who was watching the millet pie that exploded with Carrie Potato.

Day after day, Calbana leads us in interesting outputs. In DHOJE DADA, we climb through the Qutb cemetery in a frequency cloud with cuckoo calls, only until you can wipe it in the fast smoke -like Wisps to detect sunrise. While dark mountains swallow in Kachide, we harvest sour tomatoes in the tree and learn local recipes from a woman who uses income to finance education at the University of her daughters.

The road passes through the fallen Rodandron forests and mountain villages, where I feel that we are the first western people watched at all.

In Cholung Park, it seems that most visitors are interested in watching me as he receives a blessing from Mondhum Samba (a person responsible for the rituals of the Limbu people, who click on a sheet on a throat connecting like a wet butterfly wing) from browsing the museum group of sacred satellites. Looking at the waiting lists that are now at the height of Everest and on the paths of Annaburna, getting an unhelpful overview of the life of Nepalese seems to be a tremendous concession.

For the final breakfast in SIPting, RAM is watched via the window while filling a newly selected pockets with the newly selected emotion and fixed a mugwort branch behind my ear to ward off evil spirits on the road to Janakpur. Prem attempts to blame Lasha Duri (A colorful thread decorated with beads) from Alina in Bob Zallal. “We are very sad to see you leave,” she says. “Whenever you want – this is your home now.”

The trip was provided before Community community community; that it Eight days East Nepal: The road is lower Adventure mixes nature, The culture of the indigenous population, the home and the increase It costs $ 2,359 per traveler, 2,657 dollars for two people or $ 3,597 for a group of four, including local guide, ground transportation meansHousing and most meals. There are also many shortening trips and packets. The responsible tourism is implemented at Dhankuta through the Hi-Grid project, with the support of the Australian The government and its leadership is Emoded. For more information about traveling to Nepal, please visit ntb.gov.np