This is something new. This is something different. This is Darjeeling. It’s about as far from Birganj as I could go without leaving the subcontinent.
It’s India, but Nepali is the language, even as saturated with English and Hindi as it is. I’m starting to understand why people from Quebec call themselves French-Canadians. Here, people might [...]
Below is a copy of my official record of what I did as a Peace Corps volunteer in Nepal, sort of. After completing my service, this DOS will be the only record of my Peace Corps experience in Nepal.
And it doesn’t nearly express what my experience meant to me nor all the things that happened—good [...]
It’s early still but the warmth of my bedroom wakes me once the sun has risen. I roll out of bed and walk into my kitchen, begin making coffee.
I turn on my shortwave and listen to the BBC and listen as I pour my coffee, stopping to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
As I [...]
The last thing that I wrote about safety and security got my webpage shut down by Peace Corps’ Washington, DC, office.
Perhaps it’s just coincidental that my predictions about the situation in the Rautahaut, Bara, and Parsa districts have mostly come true, much to the frustration of Peace Corps’ Kathmandu office. Not that it matters.
The fact [...]
Somehow we came up with idea over dinner. I had just arrived in Jhapa district to visit Andrew in Birtamod one last time before our Peace Corps’ lives ended.
I was going to stay for a night, maybe two, before heading back to Birganj.
Anyhow, I think we were having dinner and Andrew was talking about the [...]
