|Mother with children from Lumbini.|
|Maya Devi, Prince Gautama's mum, bathed in this pond.|
There were no street lights. Visibility was narrowed to the lights streaming from the van's two dusty and bugs-infested headlights. I stretched my neck to look over the dashboard amidst the shoulders of some sleep deprived locals, and saw to my horror, how fast the trees were swept to the back. The van must have been speeding over 120 km/h.
|Village comes alive.|
|Women cooking in the open.|
I was on my way to Lumbini in January, 1998. Just one year after it was declared UNESCO heritage site. Since then, many Buddhists have put Lumbini as one of their pilgrimage stop. Many Buddhists countries started to build temples and monuments with designs and buildings depicting the respective cultures of the country. They would have been completed by now. When I was there, the place was still very quiet and there was only one hotel available.
|Activities abound in Lumbini.|
One thing I must confess, I didn't know Taj Mahal is in Agra! I only found out after I spent a night in New Delhi. Oh my gosh, Agra is 3 hours by road.
So, how did I find my way around one of the most populated countries in the world, traveling for three weeks, cross the border and found my way home from Kathmandu? I didn't find them, the places found me!
I call this experiences the Sacred Intervention. Especially Lumbini. Read more about how I discovered Lumbini, click here.
|Lumbini, is it still the same?|
Will I be making my way to Lumbini again? I don't know. I have left my heart open, I am sure Lumbini will fill in the answer.