It's particularly coincidental that we should be dogsitting right now, since it was almost exactly a year ago that we took Jagaa in. There's been no follow-up since she ran away. Although Sarah has seen a dog around town that looks like Jagaa, she's convinced it's not she, mostly on the basis of it being larger in size and having less wonky eyes. We of course continue to hope that she's found a nice new Mongolian family who are super impressed by her knowledge of many commands in their own language, but we're aware that it's far more likely she's, well, returned to the steppe. To be honest, I don't find myself thinking about her all that much anymore, though it is not exactly rare that something happens which makes me miss her. Taking care of Bambuul evoked a mixture of sentimental reminiscences and overwhelming relief that I no longer have to stand outside in the freezing weather waiting for a yipping puppy to defecate. Either way, she was a lovely dog in her own way, and I feel it's fitting to take this chance to remember her. So here's some highlights from her life, at least that part of it which was known to my friends, to Kaede, and to me.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
New Year's Tree
Well it's time for my monthly blog post. A bit sad to admit that's the interval between posts now, but what can ya do?
We're back in Mongolia. Our time at home was lovely. It was great to be with family, especially in light of the circumstances. We even got a real American Thanksgiving! It was delicious, though we were a bit sad to miss out on Peace Corps Thanksgiving, which, as you may remember from last year, is quite the shindig.
Coming back was, of course, bittersweet, but Peace Corps is continuing to be incredibly supportive, so we're fairly confident that they'll be there for us should events take a turn for the worst and we need to return home again. Just to reiterate, we're really lucky to be working for an organization that values us so highly. This is even more poignant for me in light of the government's increasingly disturbing lack of fiscal responsibility.
When we got back to Choibalsan, we were quick to put up the Christmas tree that former sitemate Bob left us. You might wonder how one would find such a lovely fake tree in a completely un-Christian country like Mongolia. Well, the truth is they don't call it a Christmas tree. Around here, a pine-like tree decorated with tassel and lights is a Shine Jil, or New Year's, tree. Shine Jil is celebrated in a manner fairly analogous to our own New Year's, except that they've lumped a decent share of Christmas traditions in as well. I figure this happened during communism, when the Russians wanted to celebrate Christmas but weren't allowed to due to its religious connotations. It can be slightly infuriating for volunteers to see these trees, such profoundly important symbols to us Americans, and hear them called New Year's trees, but then again, we're all probably way oversensitive and just a bit irritable because of the endless subzero temperatures. Which are quite unpleasant, might I add for the zillionth time.
Preparations for Shine Jil parties and the like have things beginning to fall apart at school. This marks the beginning of the holiday season, AKA the time when anything and everything take precedence over work. Like most volunteers, I found this rather frustrating last year. This time around, I think I'll just sit back and soak up the extra reading opportunities. Or maybe try to work on other projects, which is what I ought to be doing. We'll see.
To top all this madness off, teachers around the country are going on strike to protest their meager wages and demand better pay. Kaede's school is a go, while mine hasn't decided yet whether or not to join in, but as more and more teachers stop teaching, it seems to be only a matter of time.
In spite of all this, we've kept fairly busy the last week. Our M22 sitemates are in UB for IST, the same training we attended this time last year. Two of them have pets; Koty has a kitten named Pumpkin Spice Latte, or Spicy for short, and Krista has a puppy named Bambuul, or Bambi as I like to call her, since she looks like a miniature deer. They've both been living with us the past few days. It's been a mixture of exhausting, amusing, adorable, and terrifying, that last one primarily for Baagii. Although to be fair, he's actually taking it surprisingly well. Both of the cats are fairly weary around Bambi, though they're even warming up to her. But when the dog is away, the cats will play. And play they do. I think it's really good for our little Baagii. If only we had the time and resources and insanity to get him a full-time feline playmate.
We wish you all a Bayar Shine Jil, er... a Merry Christmas. Oo yanaa.
We're back in Mongolia. Our time at home was lovely. It was great to be with family, especially in light of the circumstances. We even got a real American Thanksgiving! It was delicious, though we were a bit sad to miss out on Peace Corps Thanksgiving, which, as you may remember from last year, is quite the shindig.
Coming back was, of course, bittersweet, but Peace Corps is continuing to be incredibly supportive, so we're fairly confident that they'll be there for us should events take a turn for the worst and we need to return home again. Just to reiterate, we're really lucky to be working for an organization that values us so highly. This is even more poignant for me in light of the government's increasingly disturbing lack of fiscal responsibility.
When we got back to Choibalsan, we were quick to put up the Christmas tree that former sitemate Bob left us. You might wonder how one would find such a lovely fake tree in a completely un-Christian country like Mongolia. Well, the truth is they don't call it a Christmas tree. Around here, a pine-like tree decorated with tassel and lights is a Shine Jil, or New Year's, tree. Shine Jil is celebrated in a manner fairly analogous to our own New Year's, except that they've lumped a decent share of Christmas traditions in as well. I figure this happened during communism, when the Russians wanted to celebrate Christmas but weren't allowed to due to its religious connotations. It can be slightly infuriating for volunteers to see these trees, such profoundly important symbols to us Americans, and hear them called New Year's trees, but then again, we're all probably way oversensitive and just a bit irritable because of the endless subzero temperatures. Which are quite unpleasant, might I add for the zillionth time.
Preparations for Shine Jil parties and the like have things beginning to fall apart at school. This marks the beginning of the holiday season, AKA the time when anything and everything take precedence over work. Like most volunteers, I found this rather frustrating last year. This time around, I think I'll just sit back and soak up the extra reading opportunities. Or maybe try to work on other projects, which is what I ought to be doing. We'll see.
To top all this madness off, teachers around the country are going on strike to protest their meager wages and demand better pay. Kaede's school is a go, while mine hasn't decided yet whether or not to join in, but as more and more teachers stop teaching, it seems to be only a matter of time.
In spite of all this, we've kept fairly busy the last week. Our M22 sitemates are in UB for IST, the same training we attended this time last year. Two of them have pets; Koty has a kitten named Pumpkin Spice Latte, or Spicy for short, and Krista has a puppy named Bambuul, or Bambi as I like to call her, since she looks like a miniature deer. They've both been living with us the past few days. It's been a mixture of exhausting, amusing, adorable, and terrifying, that last one primarily for Baagii. Although to be fair, he's actually taking it surprisingly well. Both of the cats are fairly weary around Bambi, though they're even warming up to her. But when the dog is away, the cats will play. And play they do. I think it's really good for our little Baagii. If only we had the time and resources and insanity to get him a full-time feline playmate.
We wish you all a Bayar Shine Jil, er... a Merry Christmas. Oo yanaa.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Pie's in the oven
It's pumpkin too. The billionth pie we've had in our few weeks back in the states. And I could eat a billion more. Also, this makes the second post in a row with dessert in the title. I think that warrants some sort of online blog prize.
So not too much to say. We've been in the states, with family, alternatively getting lots of work done and just relaxing. It's been nice. Between the smell of cloves and the snow gently falling outside, this is my idea of a good time. A week from Monday we head back to Mongolia. While we've been enjoying our time here, we look forward to getting back home. It's funny we refer to a place so foreign in that way.
Happy thanksgiving!
So not too much to say. We've been in the states, with family, alternatively getting lots of work done and just relaxing. It's been nice. Between the smell of cloves and the snow gently falling outside, this is my idea of a good time. A week from Monday we head back to Mongolia. While we've been enjoying our time here, we look forward to getting back home. It's funny we refer to a place so foreign in that way.
Happy thanksgiving!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Having our кекс and eating it
These last few entries always seem to have me apologizing for how rarely I post nowadays. I'm gonna take this opportunity to stop saying sorry and instead admit that I don't have as much time for this blog as I used to. Which makes me kinda sad, cause I like marking all this stuff down and letting the interested parties back home keep up to date. I'll try to post more often, but we'll see.
The other thing I've been tending to do is give the excuse that we've been so super busy, and I'm gonna keep right on doing that one, as the last month has been no exception. Of course there's been all the craziness of work and secondary activities (there we are with our ACCESS students above) and what-have-you, but then, starting a couple weeks ago, it went to a new level when we realized there was a family medical situation back home that needed our immediate attention. We'd known about it for a while and had always viewed it quite seriously, but we were sticking it out until the last minute, since we thought we would have to quit Peace Corps in order to be there for the people we love. So we called PC and told them we were going to have to head home, but Ellen, our country director, recommended that we apply for emergency leave instead. If granted, this would allow us two to four weeks to be home with family in this time of need, as well as give us the option to return to our service if we felt comfortable doing so, and all on PC's bill! We decided to go for it. Unfortunately we were denied, so we started packing up and transferring our projects and saying goodbyes (see our aimagmates rocking out at our going-away karaoke sing-off below). Then, the day before we were to leave Choibalsan, Ellen called us back. At the behest of our ill family member, PC had reconsidered the case and changed their minds! We're not 100% sure that we'll return, but we're incredibly happy to be able to have the chance to do so, and so is everyone else, both here and at home.
So now we're in Ulaanbaatar. We got here yesterday. It's the middle of the night, but, in an attempt to get a head start on the jet lag, I'm not sleeping. In five hours, we fly out. It's crazy to be headed back to the states so soon, especially without having to fork out any dough for the trip, but we feel very blessed. We're lucky to be part of an organization that values its volunteers so highly. Sure, we've had our issues with Peace Corps, but I think this experience has once and for all affirmed that they do indeed care about us. Quite a lot. We were in the office today signing paperwork and tying up other loose ends, and everyone we saw was overwhelmingly supportive. Our friends, Mongolian and American alike, have been wonderful as well. Back when we thought we were leaving for good, many volunteers went out of their way to let us know how sad they were we were going and how much they would miss us. The people we work with, while very upset to be losing us, were completely understanding and wished us the best of luck, even going so far as to take up collections for our family back stateside. If there's one thing that can be said for these people, it's that they care an enormous amount for their loved ones, and they understand that nothing under the Great Blue Sky is more important.
I'll try to keep posting from America, but hopefully we'll be back in Choibalsan before long to finish our service (barely half a year left!). If not, well that's how it goes, and we won't regret that decision for a minute. You gotta admit, the Mongolians are right about this one.
The other thing I've been tending to do is give the excuse that we've been so super busy, and I'm gonna keep right on doing that one, as the last month has been no exception. Of course there's been all the craziness of work and secondary activities (there we are with our ACCESS students above) and what-have-you, but then, starting a couple weeks ago, it went to a new level when we realized there was a family medical situation back home that needed our immediate attention. We'd known about it for a while and had always viewed it quite seriously, but we were sticking it out until the last minute, since we thought we would have to quit Peace Corps in order to be there for the people we love. So we called PC and told them we were going to have to head home, but Ellen, our country director, recommended that we apply for emergency leave instead. If granted, this would allow us two to four weeks to be home with family in this time of need, as well as give us the option to return to our service if we felt comfortable doing so, and all on PC's bill! We decided to go for it. Unfortunately we were denied, so we started packing up and transferring our projects and saying goodbyes (see our aimagmates rocking out at our going-away karaoke sing-off below). Then, the day before we were to leave Choibalsan, Ellen called us back. At the behest of our ill family member, PC had reconsidered the case and changed their minds! We're not 100% sure that we'll return, but we're incredibly happy to be able to have the chance to do so, and so is everyone else, both here and at home.
So now we're in Ulaanbaatar. We got here yesterday. It's the middle of the night, but, in an attempt to get a head start on the jet lag, I'm not sleeping. In five hours, we fly out. It's crazy to be headed back to the states so soon, especially without having to fork out any dough for the trip, but we feel very blessed. We're lucky to be part of an organization that values its volunteers so highly. Sure, we've had our issues with Peace Corps, but I think this experience has once and for all affirmed that they do indeed care about us. Quite a lot. We were in the office today signing paperwork and tying up other loose ends, and everyone we saw was overwhelmingly supportive. Our friends, Mongolian and American alike, have been wonderful as well. Back when we thought we were leaving for good, many volunteers went out of their way to let us know how sad they were we were going and how much they would miss us. The people we work with, while very upset to be losing us, were completely understanding and wished us the best of luck, even going so far as to take up collections for our family back stateside. If there's one thing that can be said for these people, it's that they care an enormous amount for their loved ones, and they understand that nothing under the Great Blue Sky is more important.
I'll try to keep posting from America, but hopefully we'll be back in Choibalsan before long to finish our service (barely half a year left!). If not, well that's how it goes, and we won't regret that decision for a minute. You gotta admit, the Mongolians are right about this one.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Married Life
Howdy ho. How's life back home? Life in Mongolia has been a mix of nice and frustrating. Nice at home. Frustrating at work. Though the latter is getting better. The Gordian knot that is the September schedule is slowly giving way to the... well, the slightly less Gordian knot that is the rest of the year's schedule. I'll finally begin team-teaching tomorrow, inshallah. Secondary projects have been slowly taking form as well. ACCESS got off to a shaky start last week, and we also taught our first TOEFL course to teachers from all around Choibalsan. I get to work on that with Kaede and Zoloo, and I can see it turning into my favorite project this year. Kaede got the ball rolling on the Creative Writing Olympics, and quite well too. We've already found an M22 willing to take over next year. Last Monday we headed downtown to see off our sitemate Deb, a VSO volunteer who is now on a three-week horse trek to UB to raise awareness for the problems disabled children face in Mongolia. It's an incredible project, and I'm proud to be helping out with the blog while she's en route. You can see it here. The week before that we took a ride out to Diviz to check in and see how we can keep helping out this year. While we were there, I snapped the picture below of Tsogtsolmaa, one of the unofficial community leaders using the well Marg and Bob helped them build.
This next week will also see the first class of the non-English teachers' English course which Kaede and I are teaching at my school. Apparently, Khan-Uul was selected as Dornod's guinea pig in attaining the "Cambridge Standard," as everyone's calling it. I have yet to see any official document explaining what exactly the Cambridge Standard is, but, from what I've gathered, it's an international standard which, if reached, yields its school equal footing on the world academic stage. That is, a student who graduates from a school that has met the Cambridge Standard has, for all intents and purposes, received the same level of education he would have received in a developed nation. This program has just been introduced to Mongolia, so the Ministry of Education has chosen one school in every aimag to blaze the trail. One of the requirements is that all fifth and tenth grade classes have to be taught entirely in English. That's where I come in. I'm now expected to get all of those teachers to a level where they're competent enough to teach their subject in English. By next year. Even if they weren't working at least forty hours a week and were devoting all of their time to studying the language, this would be a stretch. But of course, they're all expected to maintain their normal schedule and only take two classes a week. And on top of that, most of them don't speak a word of English to begin with. Some of them can't even read the Roman alphabet. Thankfully, Kaede has volunteered to help me out, since she isn't getting a ton of work at her school, and she thinks this program sounds interesting, unattainable though it may be, especially in the given time frame. The most ridiculous part has to be that, even if we somehow managed to teach these teachers enough English, the overwhelming majority of their students, tenth and fifth graders alike, would be completely lost in a class taught entirely in English. Nevertheless, everyone's super excited about it, and they all seem quite surprised that I find it to be such an incredible task.
Sorry for the rant. A nice counterpoint to the craziness of work is the pleasantness of home. Kaede and I, thanks to the advice of some famous food critic on a podcast of NPR's Fresh Air, have begun planning out the week's meals and taking turns cooking, which has only made our delicious home life all the more delicious. Besides cooking, we watch lots of movies and plan lots of lessons and make lots of chit chat. It's a lot nicer than last year, when almost all of our interaction was via a crappy internet connection. All those fun activities aside, it's just nice to have someone to come home to, someone who always looks nice and gives me hugs and kisses and asks me how my day is. And it really is amazing to have her helping me with all these projects. She's a much better, more motivated volunteer than I am, and by golly it spurs me on!
Oh, it was also Zoloo's birthday a few weeks ago! Happy birthday! Here's a pic of her and Krista looking silly playing the air accordion (at my behest).
Hope the foliage is nice wherever you are. It's pretty here, but it ain't Maine.
This next week will also see the first class of the non-English teachers' English course which Kaede and I are teaching at my school. Apparently, Khan-Uul was selected as Dornod's guinea pig in attaining the "Cambridge Standard," as everyone's calling it. I have yet to see any official document explaining what exactly the Cambridge Standard is, but, from what I've gathered, it's an international standard which, if reached, yields its school equal footing on the world academic stage. That is, a student who graduates from a school that has met the Cambridge Standard has, for all intents and purposes, received the same level of education he would have received in a developed nation. This program has just been introduced to Mongolia, so the Ministry of Education has chosen one school in every aimag to blaze the trail. One of the requirements is that all fifth and tenth grade classes have to be taught entirely in English. That's where I come in. I'm now expected to get all of those teachers to a level where they're competent enough to teach their subject in English. By next year. Even if they weren't working at least forty hours a week and were devoting all of their time to studying the language, this would be a stretch. But of course, they're all expected to maintain their normal schedule and only take two classes a week. And on top of that, most of them don't speak a word of English to begin with. Some of them can't even read the Roman alphabet. Thankfully, Kaede has volunteered to help me out, since she isn't getting a ton of work at her school, and she thinks this program sounds interesting, unattainable though it may be, especially in the given time frame. The most ridiculous part has to be that, even if we somehow managed to teach these teachers enough English, the overwhelming majority of their students, tenth and fifth graders alike, would be completely lost in a class taught entirely in English. Nevertheless, everyone's super excited about it, and they all seem quite surprised that I find it to be such an incredible task.
Sorry for the rant. A nice counterpoint to the craziness of work is the pleasantness of home. Kaede and I, thanks to the advice of some famous food critic on a podcast of NPR's Fresh Air, have begun planning out the week's meals and taking turns cooking, which has only made our delicious home life all the more delicious. Besides cooking, we watch lots of movies and plan lots of lessons and make lots of chit chat. It's a lot nicer than last year, when almost all of our interaction was via a crappy internet connection. All those fun activities aside, it's just nice to have someone to come home to, someone who always looks nice and gives me hugs and kisses and asks me how my day is. And it really is amazing to have her helping me with all these projects. She's a much better, more motivated volunteer than I am, and by golly it spurs me on!
Oh, it was also Zoloo's birthday a few weeks ago! Happy birthday! Here's a pic of her and Krista looking silly playing the air accordion (at my behest).
Hope the foliage is nice wherever you are. It's pretty here, but it ain't Maine.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
15 Dead Bats
And we didn't take a picture of any of them! Biggest photofail of my time in Mongolia.
To explain, we arrived back in Choibalsan a few weeks ago, walked into the apartment, and found fifteen dead, dehydrated bats strewn about the place. One of them lay right on our pillow. It was if Dracula had been taking a nap and forgot to pull the shades before sunrise. Fortunately, they were so dehydrated that there wasn't any real odor. Just batdust. Lots and lots of batdust.
To add insult to injury, shortly thereafter we found out that our landlady wanted her apartment back and we had to pack up all our batdust and move. The next three days were a frenzy of apartment-searching, packing, cleaning, and preparing for/attending the first day of school. It was very unpleasant, but I'm relieved to say that we're now all moved into a new place. It's a bit farther away from downtown, but it's bigger, nicer, and just as close to school. We even have a TV that gets BBC World News, which means I get to listen to my favorite apocalyptic rave whenever I want! God I love that booping noise.
Baagii seems happy here, and if Baagii's happy, we're happy. We were so stoked to get him back. The summer seems to have done nothing to stop his progression into the best goddamned cat that ever lived. He's such a sweet little guy. You can see him below getting ready to pounce on me from the bathtub. Strategic genius.
Before coming home to bats, we of course arrived back in Ulaanbaatar safely from America. We spent a week in and around the big city, getting medical and dental check-ups and attending Mid Service Training. It was ostensibly a time to reflect on our first year of service and prepare for our second, but it was actually a chance to see all our friends again, which was really nice. It was held in Terelj, a gorgeous national park northeast of UB. Always nice to see another part of Mongolia.
The last few weeks have seen a lot of cooking, cleaning, movie-watching, etc. School has been... unreliable to say the least. The first month or so is crazy with schedule changes and the like, so it's tough to get any real work done. We've also met the new sitemates! Krista, Koty, and John arrived in Choibalsan a week before we did after training for the summer outside of Darkhan. We don't know them all that well yet, but they seem nice and hard-working, and all three of them joined us for the long walk out to the Pilot's Monument, as pictured below. Tomorrow, John is coming with Kaede and me on the year's first trip out to Division 5. Hopefully he'll fall so in love with those adorable little kindergartners that he'll be begging to take over after we leave.
It's definitely a different atmosphere around here this year. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss all my buds who've moved on from Choibalsan, but it's tough to complain when I have my lovely wife here with me (below you can see the adorable effects of the squid ink pasta Kaede's mom sent us for her birthday... thanks Kayoko!). Between Kaede and Baagii, I've gotta have one of the bestest homes in all of Central Asia!
To explain, we arrived back in Choibalsan a few weeks ago, walked into the apartment, and found fifteen dead, dehydrated bats strewn about the place. One of them lay right on our pillow. It was if Dracula had been taking a nap and forgot to pull the shades before sunrise. Fortunately, they were so dehydrated that there wasn't any real odor. Just batdust. Lots and lots of batdust.
To add insult to injury, shortly thereafter we found out that our landlady wanted her apartment back and we had to pack up all our batdust and move. The next three days were a frenzy of apartment-searching, packing, cleaning, and preparing for/attending the first day of school. It was very unpleasant, but I'm relieved to say that we're now all moved into a new place. It's a bit farther away from downtown, but it's bigger, nicer, and just as close to school. We even have a TV that gets BBC World News, which means I get to listen to my favorite apocalyptic rave whenever I want! God I love that booping noise.
Baagii seems happy here, and if Baagii's happy, we're happy. We were so stoked to get him back. The summer seems to have done nothing to stop his progression into the best goddamned cat that ever lived. He's such a sweet little guy. You can see him below getting ready to pounce on me from the bathtub. Strategic genius.
Before coming home to bats, we of course arrived back in Ulaanbaatar safely from America. We spent a week in and around the big city, getting medical and dental check-ups and attending Mid Service Training. It was ostensibly a time to reflect on our first year of service and prepare for our second, but it was actually a chance to see all our friends again, which was really nice. It was held in Terelj, a gorgeous national park northeast of UB. Always nice to see another part of Mongolia.
The last few weeks have seen a lot of cooking, cleaning, movie-watching, etc. School has been... unreliable to say the least. The first month or so is crazy with schedule changes and the like, so it's tough to get any real work done. We've also met the new sitemates! Krista, Koty, and John arrived in Choibalsan a week before we did after training for the summer outside of Darkhan. We don't know them all that well yet, but they seem nice and hard-working, and all three of them joined us for the long walk out to the Pilot's Monument, as pictured below. Tomorrow, John is coming with Kaede and me on the year's first trip out to Division 5. Hopefully he'll fall so in love with those adorable little kindergartners that he'll be begging to take over after we leave.
It's definitely a different atmosphere around here this year. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss all my buds who've moved on from Choibalsan, but it's tough to complain when I have my lovely wife here with me (below you can see the adorable effects of the squid ink pasta Kaede's mom sent us for her birthday... thanks Kayoko!). Between Kaede and Baagii, I've gotta have one of the bestest homes in all of Central Asia!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Two Lovers & An Acorn
Guess who's married! Me!!! Also my wife, Kaede. The wedding went off splendidly. Lots of friends and family came out and it was a simple but fun ceremony/reception. There was a ger-shaped cake and Mongolian-style party games and even a performance by Lord Gaga and his Luscious Ladies, AKA four of my best buds from high school. It was awesome. The folks at Trezzi Farm were absolutely wonderful. After that, we got a little honeymoon out at Mt. Spokane, which was too brief but really relaxing just the same. After that we got in a bit more quality family time. Curt, Kaede's dad, took a good-sized crew of Kaede's and my people to one of his favorite places in the world, Steptoe Butte. It was gorgeous and it became a wonderful night. It was a shame how little time everyone had to get to know one another, but I was amazed by how well everyone got along. It seems that our families and friends are extremely compatible. There are already plans for more reunions, some potentially sans Kaede and me even! So that's great.
On Sunday, Kaede, my old pal Peter, and I got in the car and headed back to California. We caught up to my aunt and uncle Ron and Claire who are in the midst of a mammoth RV trip around the country and spent two wonderful nights with them by Mt. St. Helens and on the Oregon coast. We made it to Monterey on Tuesday. Kaede has been busy tying up some loose ends around the house, so Peter and I did a drive down Big Sur, which was gorgeous. He headed to San Fran today, and now we only have one more full day to get everything together before we return to Mongolia. It's been a crazy month, but we've had a wonderful time. We're definitely glad we got to spend it here, though we do miss a lot of stuff about Mongolia. It'll be nice to return to the Land of the Blue Sky. Until then...
On Sunday, Kaede, my old pal Peter, and I got in the car and headed back to California. We caught up to my aunt and uncle Ron and Claire who are in the midst of a mammoth RV trip around the country and spent two wonderful nights with them by Mt. St. Helens and on the Oregon coast. We made it to Monterey on Tuesday. Kaede has been busy tying up some loose ends around the house, so Peter and I did a drive down Big Sur, which was gorgeous. He headed to San Fran today, and now we only have one more full day to get everything together before we return to Mongolia. It's been a crazy month, but we've had a wonderful time. We're definitely glad we got to spend it here, though we do miss a lot of stuff about Mongolia. It'll be nice to return to the Land of the Blue Sky. Until then...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Uncle John & Other Family Members
Clearly I've had trouble finding time for blogging since we got to the states. If you actually care, you're certainly well aware that we made it safe and sound. It's been a lot of fun since then. A lot of meeting new people and eating good foods and relaxing/preparing in the summer sun. We arrived in San Francisco and were greeted by Kayoko, Kaede's delightful mother. She took us to see Kaede's sister Ariel, her brother-in-law Zach, and their two lovely children, Addie and Louie. Although they won't technically be my niece and nephew until Thursday, Uncle John has become my title around here. After a few days in California, we drove up to eastern Washington, stopping in the other Portland to see Rachel and Nick, some grand old Obiefriends, on the way. Up here, I've met just about everyone on her father's side of the family. Curt, her dad, and Aoi, her stepmom, are both wonderful. We've been staying with them for the last two weeks and having lots of fun. Except for six days or so during which I flew back to the East Coast and spent some time with my mother and sister. That was a blast as well, although I don't think I've ever eaten so much in my life. I got to see my good pal Eric as well, also an Obie. It was great to catch up. Upon returning, Ariel and the kiddies had arrived, so we've spent the last week helping take care of them: reading books, going to the pool, cooking food, etc etc. They're adorable little things, and it's been really nice to interact with some toddlers for an extended period of time. Don't get much of that in the Peace Corps.
Now we're immersed in preparations for the big day. Just about everyone rolls/flies into town today. Aunt Claire and Uncle Ron are just a few miles away at this point. It's wicked exciting, but also somewhat overwhelming. I wish I were getting more time to spend with everyone, but oh well. We'll make the most of it. I hope you're all having a lovely summer. Next time I post, I'll be a married man!
Now we're immersed in preparations for the big day. Just about everyone rolls/flies into town today. Aunt Claire and Uncle Ron are just a few miles away at this point. It's wicked exciting, but also somewhat overwhelming. I wish I were getting more time to spend with everyone, but oh well. We'll make the most of it. I hope you're all having a lovely summer. Next time I post, I'll be a married man!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Jargalnokhoi, 2010-2011
Okay so that title is a bit melodramatic, since we don't know for sure whether she's dead. But yeah, Jagaa, our beloved dog, is gone. We went to the summer camp in Dariganga that I'd mentioned, and we brought Jagaa along. We figured she'd benefit from the chance to run around and play with other dogs, since our friend Sarah had her puppy Lloyd there as well. And benefit she did. Well actually, she was off leash for about seven minutes before she found the hole into which all the waste from the camp kitchen was poured. Trash, soap, dirt, rotten meat, what smelled like feces. For some reason she jumped in. Eventually she got exhausted of having so much fun and climbed out, only to run around and terrify the campers with what had to be one of the worst odors any of us have ever smelled. We took her down to the lake and shampooed her three times, as you can see above. Even then, the smell remained, though greatly subdued. But in spite of that blip, Jagaa was doing very well. And then one day, when it was time to give her dinner, she was nowhere to be found. A small search party was organized, but to no avail. So we went to bed and hoped the next day she'd show up. She didn't. Kaede and I took a couple hours and walked all around the camp and the town and the areas in between, but, well, how to put it. This is a great big enormous open country, and a dog could wind up just about anywhere. Especially one as lacking in survival skills as Jagaa.
Unfortunately we had to leave camp that day. It was pretty sad. That was about two weeks ago now. I'm pretty much over it, but sometimes something reminds me of her and I get a little upset. She was a lot of work, but she'd come a long way too, and I do miss her. Of course, since we don't know what happened to her, there's always the chance she'll turn back up in Dariganga. Sarah lives there, so she's got her eye out. We may not have seen the last of Jargalnohoi. Either way, at least we still have Baagii!
After that, we swung back by Dornod to pick up our stuff and then headed west to Arkhangai for Naadam, the festival of the three manly sports. That was pretty nice. Our good friends Andrew and Pico came along, so it was nice to show off Kaede's beautiful former home. The last day we went to some hot springs, which was simply divine, in spite of the nasty sunburn I got.
Now we're sitting in the Chinggis Khaan International Airport, awaiting our flight to Beijing. There we'll sit around for about four hours and then hop on a plane to San Francisco. I can't believe we're going back. It's gonna be weird. It seems even weirder than the fact that we'll be married in a month, although perhaps that'll hit me harder as it approaches. Anyway, I hope you're all having a wonderful summer! I'll try to keep blogging from the states.
Unfortunately we had to leave camp that day. It was pretty sad. That was about two weeks ago now. I'm pretty much over it, but sometimes something reminds me of her and I get a little upset. She was a lot of work, but she'd come a long way too, and I do miss her. Of course, since we don't know what happened to her, there's always the chance she'll turn back up in Dariganga. Sarah lives there, so she's got her eye out. We may not have seen the last of Jargalnohoi. Either way, at least we still have Baagii!
After that, we swung back by Dornod to pick up our stuff and then headed west to Arkhangai for Naadam, the festival of the three manly sports. That was pretty nice. Our good friends Andrew and Pico came along, so it was nice to show off Kaede's beautiful former home. The last day we went to some hot springs, which was simply divine, in spite of the nasty sunburn I got.
Now we're sitting in the Chinggis Khaan International Airport, awaiting our flight to Beijing. There we'll sit around for about four hours and then hop on a plane to San Francisco. I can't believe we're going back. It's gonna be weird. It seems even weirder than the fact that we'll be married in a month, although perhaps that'll hit me harder as it approaches. Anyway, I hope you're all having a wonderful summer! I'll try to keep blogging from the states.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Deadbeat
Yeah, sorry, I've been pretty remiss on posting recently. But that is of course because a lot has been happening! First off, I believe when last I posted, it was just prior to the English for Tourism course we'd been working on. Seems like ancient history now, but I do recall that it went pretty well, in spite of the entire city of Tsetserleg losing power for four days straight at the end of the week. Made printing materials and playing the dialogues we'd recorded somewhat challenging, but whatever. We managed. The students' levels weren't quite as advanced as we'd planned for, so only about a third of them wound up passing, but that's the way lots of English courses turn out around here. Although in school settings, failing students looks bad, so even if a kid doesn't speak a word of English, he'll likely pass every course he ever takes. It's the single most devastating challenge TEFL volunteers face. Anyway, that pic above is Kaede and me with the whole class in front of the Arkhangai Museum, which we got to see for free after having the curator come give a guest speech to the group. It was pretty neat. I especially liked this painting on the wall which glorifies the Stalinist purges of the Buddhist monks which occurred in the 1930s and which, as I may or may not have mentioned, were perpetrated by the man after whom my humble city of Choibalsan is named.
After the class, we took a few days to relax, first by hanging out around the apartment and then by going for a lovely overnight camping trip! We hiked three miles through a painful hailstorm to the river south of town, set up camp, did some fishing, built a big fire, and had a wonderful time. That's when the picture at the bottom was taken. Dornod is nice and all, but it's kind of a shame that I couldn't move to Arkhangai. It's honestly one of the most gorgeous places I've ever been in my life. Following the camping trip, we got to cleaning and packing, which was quite an endeavor. It took a few days, but as stressful as it was, actually getting all her stuff (as well as two pets) a thousand kilometers across Mongolia was even moreso. We broke it up with a few days in UB, which took a bit of the load off, but when we'd made it to Choibalsan last week and hauled all her stuff into the apartment, it was quite a relief. The next week was spent moving Kaede into the apartment and setting everything up in the homiest way possible. Peace Corps wound up setting her up at a school right near my place, so moving is somewhat unnecessary, although my apartment is a bit small for two humans, a cat, and a dog. Whatever. We can deal. Especially seeing as this is a country where a family of six will live in a single ger ten feet in diameter.
Yesterday we took a five hour ride south to Sukhbaatar province. Tomorrow, we'll go with our friend Sarah to her small town, Dariganga, which is right on the Chinese border, to help with an English summer camp she's organizing. A lot of our other friends from last summer will be there, so it should be nice. We're packing a lot in, however, as next week we'll return to Choibalsan for all of a day to pack for the states and tie up our loose ends. Then we'll head back to Arkhangai for Naadam, the festival of the Three Manly Sports. Following Naadam, it's UB for a couple days and then, on July 16, AMERICA! Total craziness.
After the class, we took a few days to relax, first by hanging out around the apartment and then by going for a lovely overnight camping trip! We hiked three miles through a painful hailstorm to the river south of town, set up camp, did some fishing, built a big fire, and had a wonderful time. That's when the picture at the bottom was taken. Dornod is nice and all, but it's kind of a shame that I couldn't move to Arkhangai. It's honestly one of the most gorgeous places I've ever been in my life. Following the camping trip, we got to cleaning and packing, which was quite an endeavor. It took a few days, but as stressful as it was, actually getting all her stuff (as well as two pets) a thousand kilometers across Mongolia was even moreso. We broke it up with a few days in UB, which took a bit of the load off, but when we'd made it to Choibalsan last week and hauled all her stuff into the apartment, it was quite a relief. The next week was spent moving Kaede into the apartment and setting everything up in the homiest way possible. Peace Corps wound up setting her up at a school right near my place, so moving is somewhat unnecessary, although my apartment is a bit small for two humans, a cat, and a dog. Whatever. We can deal. Especially seeing as this is a country where a family of six will live in a single ger ten feet in diameter.
Yesterday we took a five hour ride south to Sukhbaatar province. Tomorrow, we'll go with our friend Sarah to her small town, Dariganga, which is right on the Chinese border, to help with an English summer camp she's organizing. A lot of our other friends from last summer will be there, so it should be nice. We're packing a lot in, however, as next week we'll return to Choibalsan for all of a day to pack for the states and tie up our loose ends. Then we'll head back to Arkhangai for Naadam, the festival of the Three Manly Sports. Following Naadam, it's UB for a couple days and then, on July 16, AMERICA! Total craziness.
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