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 [...]
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 [...]
Nepal to India, March 28–30, 2003
Our first destination in India, Goa, was a long way from our homes in Nepal. There were nine of us coming from various parts of Nepal: Bhaktapur, Rajbiraj, Biratnagar, Birtamod, Bhadrapur, and of course Birganj.
We were leaving Nepal overland from Bhairahawa, through Sunauli at the border, and beginning our train [...]
If at any moment throughout the day I could write down the fleeting impulses caused by my upcoming departure (34 days before departure), psychoanalyzing my anxiety would be much simpler.
Exactly when I got it into my head to join the Peace Corps is something I wish I could remember, probably because I was more articulate [...]
