The Lowest Layer of the City

This movie has nothing no connection to the work that my team is involved in. I wanted to share because these are the manholes I walk by everyday.

Wonderful Things 101

I recognize that the world has a lot of warm fuzzy posters out there and everyone has a personal list of favourite things that inspires one to burst out in spirited songs about girls in white dresses and snowflakes and roses and all, but I still choose to add my own into the realm of…

Bus Times is Good Times

As I sit gleefully piecing together Mongolian insults out of my limited vocabulary, Adele works on memorizing scripture on our bus ride. Soon she will be able to recite the book of Ephesians, and I will be able to say “You stupid cabbage” and “dirty monkeys” at the drop of a hat. Clearly, we see…

An Exercise in Imagination

I’m going to say it. People these days are vastly negligent in the use of imagination. Not only do I think that we’re missing out by coasting along in our spoon-fed society of instant updates and photo’s galore, but my own pictures are (still) having difficulties in being uploaded. So today, please read! Read and…

Obligatory

Hullo all. Yes, I’m still here and alive, you just haven’t seen much of me in terms of the blogland recently. I’ve had a few posts made up and ready to go but technology is failing me and wordpress won’t let me upload photos. Needless to say, the photos are key to the posts I…

A Week of Walking

We spend time walking here. Every day on our way to language school we have a 12-minute walk to the bus stop, a 15-minute bus ride and then a 10 minute walk through a maze of walkways, buildings and alley-like streets. On Monday, I stepped over a pair of frozen pink panties in the back…

Sharing isn’t always good.

One sickee two sickee I see three. I’m so glad that it’s not me. Had my bout, all last week. I know what it’s like to peek Through tired eyes and throbbing head, When ya can’t stop coughing in your bed And when your nose won’t cease to run – Let me tell you, it’s…

Ouch

I just walked past a woman in the stairwell. She was there 4 hours earlier, when Adele & I arrived at the boys’ apartment. She stood in the corner and said something to us in Mongolian. It sounded like a question. We looked away and ignored her. We’re foreigners. We can’t talk to you, even…