Our New Town

We have arrived in our new town! The plane ride from UB was only about an hour and a half, and despite the fact that it was a very small plane, the ride was smooth as silk. I'd been worried about that! Another unfounded concern.

There are 2 other PCVs from our group "stationed" here and 2 who are half way through their service. This town is not on any tourist itinerary, so there are far fewer non-nationals than in UB or the western part of the country. So, even though there are, including several VSO and other service agency volunteers, about 12 non-Mongolians living in town, there are still few enough that we get the wide-open stares most everywhere we go. The little kids don't usually stare -- they just say "hello, hello, hello" over and over again, and as many times as we say it back, they continue. Then, at some point, as we continue past them, we say "good-bye," and then the "good-bye, good-bye, good-bye" chorus begins. They are absolutely adorable kids! Our new town, while topographically challenged, is actually a pleasant town. Even though it's the largest city in the eastern third of the country, it's still more like a big town -- much smaller feeling than Keene or Brattleboro. There is no grass to speak of, but there are people who pick up trash around town, and even brightly-colored mushroom and soccer ball-shaped trash cans for people to use! These are the first public trash cans in wide use that we've seen in Mongolia. (The photo above is the view from our 4th floor apartment window.)

There are several kindergartens, too, all of which have brightly-painted animals and other objects to climb on. Again, we've not seen much of this kind of thing in other parts of Mongolia where we've travelled.

The streets and ubiquitous playgrounds are almost always filled with children. Children of all ages walk freely among the buildings, unaccompanied, and moms and dads don't have to worry about them. Emays and Ovwos (grandmothers and grandfathers), in their traditional deels, are also here, although their numbers are quickly declining. The young people have little or no interest in the traditional clothing; we feel so fortunate to be here when there are still those that do.

We love how we can address any old woman or man as grandmother and grandfather. There's, essentially, no such thing as a person who chooses not to have children, so virtually all older people have grandchildren. And other adults, we refer to as "ekch" (older sister), "ahk" (older brother), or "doo" (younger sister or brother). The words for woman, man and child are rarely used. I love that! Instant extended family!

Our apartment is very nice! We actually have 2 bedrooms! The paint is peeling and there's a weird smell that comes from the bathroom drain, but other than that, it's great!

Here's our kitchen.

Here's our living room.

It's everything we DIDN'T expect to be living in when we came to Mongolia! We have grieved our lack of a countryside placement (and ger-living), but are allowing ourselves to fully appreciate what we do have here.

Jim has begun his work as a business trainer and consultant and school starts for Julie this week! More to come...