Since I’ve been in Birganj there’s been a fair on the grounds of an abandoned factory just north of downtown. Sounds like a child’s dream, right?
I think it is the leftovers from the Batman movie set. Truly. Exactly the kind of place a kid wants to go. Anyhow, I’d been in Birganj for several months [...]
Another night in a hotel room and I’m suddenly missing my flat in Birganj.
I’ve been in Kathmandu (Thamel, actually, which is the tourist district) for four nights. I’ll be away from Birganj for almost a week more before I get back to teaching and facing the devils who are my students.
Two weeks ago in Birganj [...]
Let’s see. I’ve had all sorts of awful things happen to me. I’ve had my head bashed open a couple of times. I’ve fallen from a moving vehicle at least once (thanks Jeff). I’ve had a bit of my finger chopped off, as well as some of my big toe.
I’ve tore off all the skin [...]
In Birganj there’s a sizeable Sikh population, especially in my neighborhood. Sikhism is a religion sprouting from Hinduism, reflecting some Island, in a brief (and debatable) synopsis. I knew Sikhism by two things: knives and hair. Sikhs carry a knife (a kirpan that they carry with them.
The knife is symbolic of the warrior heritage of [...]
