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 [...]
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 [...]
It was the end of December and I was coming back to Birganj from Rajbiraj. I’d celebrated Christmas for the second time in Rajbiraj and was thinking that this would be the last time I’d be there, the last time I’d make the trip I’d made perhaps ten times before.
Last year’s Christmas was, well, difficult. [...]
Just like Birganj, my flight from Kathmandu to Birganj was packed with characters. First of all, I had been away from the ‘Ganj for nearly six weeks.
I remember when Rob had been gone from Birganj for nearly two months people starting appearing every where to ask me, Where is Rob? Where is Rob?
I think some [...]
