We're taking time off
from running our business
in order to share our skills
and discover worlds and cultures
little known to us.
Share our adventures as we discover
fascinating, new insights and experiences.
Now that we've discovered Paradise, the open road beckons again. So, in search of adventure, we are exchanging the perfect Southern California weather and Pacific Ocean views for urban life in UlaanBataar, Mongolia. Yes, you read right; Mongolia also known as Big Sky Country.You know, Genghis Khan, the Silk Road and the Gobi Desert. This blog will record our departure plans through a year of working for CUSO-VSO in Central Asia. UB (did you know this means "Red Hero"?) here we come.
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It's Friday afternoon, 4:30 pm and a colleague mentions, by-the-way, that Monday is a holiday as Constitution day falls on Saturday, 6th November. A long week-end with places to go and things to see!! To hell with a two week pile of unwashed clothes! Here in Khorog, every Saturday morning there is a cross-border market, which is the closest we can get to actually visiting Afghanistan. At 10 am Jelte, Rod and I hail a 'cab' and for the price of just one Somoni each (the equivalent of 30c or 20p) we share a 'golf cart' - commonly known as a Chinese van - with 4 other passengers to take us to the site of the cross-border market. When we arrive, things are just beginning to come alive. We wander around the few stalls of fruits and clothes and odds and ends. Jelte and Rod sit down to breakfast of 'choi' and bread with Halva. Christine is too busy watching one of the stall owners cook 'pilav' on an open fire. Within half an hour the mark…
For the past few months, Khorog residents have been busy repaving roads, completing unfinished buildings, walls, park boundaries. We’ve never seen such frantic activity, nor Khorog looking so ... spruced. President Rahmon is on his rounds... he’s visited Penjikent, ........ and now it’s the turn of the capital of the Pamirs. The response to this ‘State Visit’ is mixed. Some people shrug their shoulders in resignation, others plan what they are going to wear and how they can finagle a ‘ring side seat’ for this parade. And us? We’re going fishing. Well, we might wait until the weekend, when all the fuss is over. On his visit, the President opened the new Lycee, a gymnasium, amongst other notable activities. The speechifying took place in Central Park, and of course, no-one but invited guests were able to get anywhere near the area. The PECTA office, located in the Park, just yards from the centre of activity, was closed for the day. No access. Jelte did try to get in via an…
Today is a day of celebration for us; exactly a year ago we landed in Georgetown. We can still remember the excitement in the pits of our stomachs when we saw the advertisement, inviting interested applicants to respond to an invitation to work with local Amerindian communities in the south of Guyana.... one of the three Guianas - the other two being French Guyana (still a part of France, so no visa necessary for Europeans, and Suriname, which the Dutch (like the British did to Guyana) happily returned to their rightful owners. So, here we are and apart from the fact that one is not tripping over wildlife and primary forest at every step, we have certainly not been disappointed. John Gimlette's book 'Wild Coast' brings this part of the world to vivid and at times, shocking, life. Since our arrival in March last year, we have visited Suriname (Paramaribo), where one can live the life of the Dutch knowing that summer really does last longer than just one day in the ye…