Kantajew Temple

It has been a decade since the journey to find Kantajew Temple . Now it is much simpler to go to this temple. The bridges and roads have been directly repaired to this attraction. As a foreigner, it took a lot of effort and physical strength to find this temple. The rural landscapes of Bangladesh along the way are worth the reward. First, you have to take the local bus to a T-word intersection called Dosh Mile in the middle of Saidpur and Dinajpur. From here, you can jump on almost any north-facing bus under the guidance of the locals. It is clearly Kantajew Mondir. The place where you get off is a small village on the side of the road. Ask the uncle of the roadside canteen. Far to the west of the forest, walking a few tens of meters is the end of the road a few hundred meters of the big river beach, the rainy season of the river flooded the river beach only a few sandbars, can not see the depth. A wooden boat ferryed the locals to the sandbar in the center of the river by pulling ropes at both ends of ten meters. The boatman was two children under ten years old, and their father was taking money leisurely on the shore. After arriving at the sandbar, several shallow river beaches with water deep to the knees, lifted the trouser tube and licked it, and finally a bamboo bridge. The bamboo bridge is rickety, difficult, a few local girls go up and down dare not go, the men are much simpler, pick up longi from the deep to the waist place to carry past. I climbed over the bamboo bridge in an extremely ugly posture, and walking through the river beach is a small village, muddy house, completely out of the prints of modern society. Under the guidance of a tea shop, continue to walk west along the country road, the men wearing longi harvest overhead in the fields, a group of unsatisfactory young people under the village tree are laughing, children are running in the banana forest. About a kilometer away, another larger village, some villagers in the shade of tall mango trees to mend fishing nets, a circle of monk costumes outside a wall to talk, they pointed me the way with their expressions, telling me that the wall is the ancient temple I am looking for. The same bumpy way back, but it became more vibrant because the evening became cooler. The fishermen at the entrance of the village had not finished their nets, and an old monk with white hair sat in the shadow of a tall tree reading a book, as if a wise man had read the secrets of the scriptures a thousand years ago. The villagers working in the fields began to walk back. More people were shuttled on the river beach. Some were carrying bicycles and buying goods to go home. Some were driving cattle to the pastures on the other side. Some were carrying children across the river. No matter how inconvenient, people here could not live without this Dhepa River. The annual floods bring nutrients to farmland, bring good harvests and also make fishermen return with loads. The dusty path was mottled, and the soft light of the sunset highlighted every floating dust, passing by one black face, as dreamy as some fragment of a movie I had seen in the past. #Bangladesh #Small group free punch card recommended #Discover the color of the journey #One person says go #Walk on the road

Kantajew Temple is a medieval Hindu temple in a farmland near Dinajpur city in Rangpur province, Bangladesh. The temple was built in 1704 by Pran Nath, the then king of Dinajpur, and completed in 1722 by his adoptive son, Krishna, the Hindu's most beloved black god, from my personal point of view, even if it is not the most beautiful building in Bangladesh. But it must be called the most beautiful Hindu temple in the country. The entire building was three stories high, four sides of each floor, and initially had towers erected at the four corners of the two floors below and in the middle of the top floor, but all nine towers collapsed in the earthquake of 1897. The entire exterior wall is made of red brick carvings, each depicting a variety of different scenes, including flora and fauna, geometric decoration patterns, scenes from Hindu mythological epics Romjanna and Mahabharata, and ordinary family life pictures. Almost like a miracle, I suddenly appeared before me after stepping over an ugly door, and it was the first time I saw this temple building, this unprepared beauty almost set time. As I sat in the lounge and immersed myself in this beauty, a seemingly decent Hindu from the crowd next to me greeted me in a rather good English, the local minority, most of whom had Southeast Asian faces. The enthusiastic locals heard that I had not eaten yet, and put the fragrant Khichuri in banana leaves in front of me. After eating with seven or eight pairs of enthusiastic eyes, I took the banana leaves and finished it. This is a very old subcontinental diet, and it is almost impossible to eat in a big city in this old way. After eating, the locals gave me a brief introduction to this temple. It was a magical experience to sit in front of a beautiful 300-year-old temple and taste local food in an older way, breaking into the Hindu minority village. The process of finding this Kantajew Temple is also full of twists and turns, and what you see and hear along the way is as memorable as the temple itself, and it is worth writing a separate article. #Small Discovery Society #Bangladesh #historical buildings #Travel Cool Experience #Backpack Tour