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 [...]
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 [...]
I remember where I was last Tihar, a year ago. A year ago? A year ago I’d gone to Kathmandu to hang out at the Spice deraa, my old co-owned flat in Kathmandu, with some of the folks there.
Pardon me while I wax nostalgic, but a year ago I was living in a different house [...]
Oh, the places you go and the people you met. I’ve been in Nepal now for 15 months and met more than a couple interesting people. I decided that I’d write about some of the more interesting people I’ve met in installments. This is the first.
Here are three individuals I met while in Jhapa back [...]
