This morning as I left my flat to head out into Birganj, I discovered something very troublesome.
On many levels.
I paused, then composed a haiku:
I gave this country
education for the poor,
and they stole my bike.
So there it is. Nothing else. Moving [...]
Previously I wrote about some of the odd people I’d met in Jhapa district, namely Sunjay, the Islamic Extremists, and a child named Time Pass.
I’d now like to write about some of the odd Birganj-wallahs that have crossed my path since coming to this town. While I’ve made actual friends with whom I socialize, we [...]
As I mentioned before, former fellow Birganj-wallah Rob departed Nepal. On his last day in country, he hired an elephant to take him from his hotel to the Peace Corps office to hand-in his final paperwork.
It’s lovely living in a place where the elephant is just as much of a zoo attraction as a mode [...]
My job is far more complicated than it seems in print. Basically I work for the Parsa DEO and have a counterpart based out of that office.
Her name is Shova. She’s a nice woman. We don’t really work together much these days, mostly because when I’m in Birgnaj she’s in Kathmandu. And when I’m in [...]
