Dreaming on the Train

I was sharing a cabin with 2 ladies (who had a lot to say from 4:30 pm-11:30 pm) and I dreamed the 2 ladies kidnapped me and took me to Disneyland in Beijing, China. While the 23 car train was roaming the parking lot looking for a parking space, I missed capturing the most AMAZING photo cause my camera was locked in my backpack. Then, to make it more disappointing, both of the ladies were extremely rude to the Pie Pizzeria delivery man, who apparently delivers pizzas on moving trains in Mongolia. I just feel that was uncalled for.

Naturally, I disliked both of them after I woke up for two completely sane reasons: 1) there is no reason in heaven or on earth to be rude to the man who brings you a pizza from the Pie Pizzeria, and 2) because we were not in Disneyland.

Flash Back to August ...

I was just told this video made it to YouTube, so I thought I'd share it with you. It is a clip of the song my group sang at our Swearing-In ceremony.

It is called 'A song for our Mongolian mother's' on YouTube if this doesn't work. VIDEO

Happy Halloween

 

Hello everyone!!!

 

I may get creative with my title someday.

The month of October had a few events.

First, I was able to go to the Preschool and watch one of the doctors teach the kids how to wash their hands. I made some visual aids, and they watched two videos from YouTube. Not my favorite way to do things, but at least I got to do something.

The preschool. It is huge.

Second, my small ger was exchanged for a regular size ger. I was waiting to write about the whole saga, but it’s not over yet.  On the 16^th, my counterpart told me that I was getting a new ger, in 10 minutes. I went with the hospital drivers to my ger and watch them take down my small ger. It took about 30 minutes.  The drivers started laying out the floor planks and after an hour they got them in the correct order. Then they put up the walls. After about 20 minutes, they realized they had brought the wrong walls and they couldn’t finish my ger that night. I stayed at a counterpart’s house.

The second day they were able to get the wall up and felt and canvas put on. On the third day my shed was moved to sit next to the ger. That is a Peace Corp requirement; I have not seen Mongolians do this.

On the 27^th the maintenance guys installed my linoleum; however there was only enough for half of the ger. Wednesday, of this past week, a roll of linoleum was dropped off to my ger. It has not been installed yet.

My Regular size ger and shed

My outhouse

My hashaa dog chillin' in the morning

The third event was at the secondary school. My fellow site mates work there and they were asked to put on a Halloween Party for the children. Halloween is not normally celebrated in Mongolia, but with 141 volunteers throughout the country it kind of is. There was costume contest, pin-the-tail-on-the-cat, 3 piñatas, and lots of dancing.

Here are a few pictures of my soum.

The store where I get my grape tomatoes

The Post Office

The secondary school where my site mates work

Gray building is my bank
Pink building is where I buy chicken

Where I buy vegetables

The hospital where I work.

My office is in the white building on the right.

September is gone, October is here

 I can’t believe September is gone. This month has been hard in several ways. First, my sister and niece had their birthdays in September and I missed them. It just brings the homesickness front and center. I was able to call each of them and talk to them. It was great to hear their voices, everyone’s voice.  I’m still hoping to great a picture or two from the celebrations (wink, wink).
Second, although I am use to residing in my ger, I have quite a few “firsts” coming up and I am not very excited about them.  I have to learn to make and sustain a fire (my source of warmth), find the winter apparel I thought would be easy to get in Mongolia, and then there is the -20 degree outhouse visits looming over my head. It is cold now, but not quite freezing.

The Peace Corps came by to do site checks the second to last week in September. They look at the volunteer’s house, discusses any issues the volunteer has, and then looks at the work environment and talks with the volunteer’s Mongolian counter parts. They do it every six months or so.   The staff that came were surprised how small my ger was. Apparently, there are two sizes of gers; small and regular. I have a small ger. Not even all the mandatory furniture fits inside.

I was lucky enough to get my stove for wood and coal. There is a spot on top where one could put a pot, if they knew how to cook with fire. I’m sure eventually I'll be brave/curious/bored enough to try. I also got some wood. I do not have coal, so my ger is still cold (a wood fire doesn’t burn as long as a coal fire).

I was asked how I bathe. I have, what is called a tumpin. It is a large bucket with a 2 foot diameter and about 8 inches deep. Basically, it is for “sponge baths” since I have yet to meet anyone who can sit in it and bathe. Once a week I go to a bath house for a nice shower. Unfortunately, it is too expensive to go more than once a week. I’m not sure what I’ll do when it’s too cold to walk home wet though.

Thursday, October 11^th

The other Thursday I was rocking back and forth in my work chair deciding whether or not to go home because the electricity was out and would be for hours. I was rocking back and forth, back and forth; it was quite soothing. I heard a weird clucking noise, looked around my office, but nothing was out of place. It must have been outside. I began rocking back and forth again, except I wasn't going “forth”, just . . . all . . . the way  . . . BACK. Yep, went all the back including a feet-over-head topple out of the chair. I very stunned, but couldn’t help laughing.

Friday, October 12^th

On Wednesday, My counterpart asked if I could come to a meeting on Friday at 9 a.m. Of course I could. So I wake up on Friday and was peeling off one of my sock layers, so I could go potty, and my phone rang with the caller ID "Hospital". I answered it and it was my counterpart asking if I was coming to meeting. I said ‘yes, I’ll be there by 9:00 and she said it was at 8:20 a.m. I told her I would try to be there but it was 8:12 a.m.  and I have a 20 minute walk to work. She said she would send a ride and I needed to bring my water boiler. The "meeting" turned out to be at the police station in the conference room with the health department from my aimag center. All of the Doctors and Nurses from the hospital were there. (I have no idea who was actually working at the hospital) I looked up all the words on the banner and figured out that it was a seminar and not a "meeting" and what kind of seminar it was.

During the first three sentences I recognized my first word: Camel. I WAS SO EXCITED!!! I heard it and recognized it. It was CAMEL. Camel, camel, camel. Wha-hooo!!!! WAIT . . .why would they be talking about camels at a Proper Ethics for Hospital Employees Seminar? Perhaps it was a funny antidote? The presenter continued to say this word every 4-5 sentences, and there is no way you can have that many camel jokes. I realized that she was using it in the same way people say 'um'. I zoned out a few times and then would repeat the word in my head every time I heard it, then, about 50 minutes into the presentation, I realized it sounded a lot like 'тийм уу?', which means 'really?' LIGHT BULB! тэмээ (camel) and тийм ээ (yes) has only the slightest vowel difference. Plus, saying 'yes' every 4-5 sentences makes far more sense than saying 'camel'. Problem solved with only 5 hours to go.

Sadly, I did not get a certificate of completion for the seminar. Perhaps it's because I'm not a registered medical staff in Mongolia (or any country for that matter), perhaps it is because I had no idea what she was saying.

Over the weekend

                I made flat bread in a frying pan on top of my ger stove. Well, I made some on my ger stove, I got bored after 4 and started using my electric burner. It is fast and doesn’t make me sweat sitting next to it.

Hope you’re having a great October. My site mates want to dress up for Halloween. What should I be? Keep in mind, Mongolians don’t celebrate Halloween, so I’d have to make a costume.

Ceremony Pictures

Here are a few pictures from the Swearing-In Ceremony.





Mongolian Group 23 taking their oath



This is the Health group singing our song about mothers





These are two of the groups who were picked to do traditional dances. They were fun to watch, and all the groups did an excellent job.





This is the entire Mongolian Group 23 singing the Mongolian National Anthem. It has a very catchy melody.




This is our whole Health Sector group:
Volunteers, Language Teachers, and Sector Trainers     

Trading my 'T' for a 'V'

On Friday, August 17^th I was sworn in as a Peace Corps Volunteer (PCV). It’s official; I’m no longer a Trainee (PCT). The ceremony was nice. There were four speakers, including our Country Director and someone from the U.S. Embassy. After the speakers there was a slide show of pictures submitted by the Trainees and a few cultural presentations. These were songs and native Mongolian dances. My group sang a song about mothers called ‘Миний Ээж, Сайхан Ээж’. The translation is My Mother, Nice Mother. It’s a very popular song in Mongolia.

After the presentations, there was a reception and then off to the buses to take us to our new homes (for 2 years). PC doesn’t recommend posting our exact location. If you would like to know email or facebook message me. I will give you a hint though; I’m by a railway line.

My Counterparts are very nice and have given me quite a few resources already. I’m beginning a conversational English class soon, so that will give me something to do.  I’ve also been practicing typing in Mongolian, since it is inevitable.

Би Энх Тайвны Корпусын Эрүүл Мэндийн Сайн Дурын Ажилтан

(I’m a Peace Corps Health Volunteer)

A week or two before I left my host family, they adopted a puppy. Here are a few pictures him.

I called him Wesley.

Also here is a picture of my fellow 'Healthies.' We're a good looking group. This was taken at a Dodge Ball Tournament.

Answers to Your Questions

I'm so neglectful, sorry.

To answers some questions . . .

1. What is the weather like? It is sunny in the high 80s, low 90s. It has been raining quite a bit though. I'm told be my trainers it's been a cool summer so far.

2. Do I live in a big town? Yes. I live in what is similar to a state capital, however, there's still I'd be surprised if there was more than 30,000 here. There's only a little over 2 million in all of Mongolia.

3. What is my current location? The PC would prefer if I didn't post my city name on my blog. If you're dying to know message me on Facebook or email me.

4. What else do I eat? I eat a variation of mutton tsuvain every freakin' day. My host mom does give me grapes or apples for dessert, so that's good. What is tsuvain you ask. You know when you go to a Mongolian BBQ and you put the noodles in a bowl, then add a meat, and put one scoop of this and one scoop of that, and then they put it on that big grill, that's an awesome and delicious version of tsuvain. Real tsuvain is boiled to death and has mutton in it. They really like it, but I getting sick of it, as you may have picked up on.

5. Do I have electricity? Yes!

6. How do I learn Mongolia? I go to class from 9-1 Monday through Friday. I don't feel it's going well, but I can understand my host family as long as they are talking about food.

7. Do I pet stray dogs? No, they will eat you. If it is a puppy, without a pack close by, you can use get it to come close enough to you to touch it once, but then it runs away. They aren't use to that.

8. What does Camel taste like? I do not know, yet. We eat mutton. I've had chicken twice since I've been here.

9. Does Naraa like to touch my hair? She likes to comb my hair and try to put hair things in it. Her little hands are only big enough to grab half my hair though, so I usually look a bit scary.

10. So they wash their hands before a meal? My family does. I have heard other trainee's family do not, but mine thankfully does.

11. Am I sunburned? My chest is a little, but I've been lucky.

12. What do I sleep on? I sleep on a futon that doesn't have a mattress. It's pretty hard on my body.

Here are some PICTURES. . . I'm having issues with my camera, so there aren't a lot.

This is my twin home. The second window is my room, and the end of our house. The containers in front are what we put our water in.

 This is a layout of my house. As you can see it is a 2 room (not bedroom, just room) plus kitchen house.

 This is me at a statue of Chinggis Khaan's 5th wife. They keep telling me her name, but I can't remember it. It's a really awesome monument
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Sorry about the angle on this one. This was taken at Naadam, which is like a state fair only more awesome and for 5 intense days. It's a national holiday and everything closes down. They have horse racing, wrestling and archery competitions. The winners go home with big prizes, I'm talking cars and millions of tugriks (their money).They have a fried food called huurshirs, and they aren't bad. And they're easy enough even I can make them. Mongolian flag in the background, in case you were wonder what it looks like.