Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Mongolian Root Canal

So, I woke up a week ago today with a terrible terrible toothache, so I called the Peace Corps doctor and caught the next taxi/meeker/bus trip into Ulaanbataar for a dentist appointment and was promptly told that I needed a root canal. Now, I've always been told and seen on TV that these are not pleasant procedures, but they are very very painful. Luckily, I have the disposition to kind of not remember the pain after it's over. So I know it was painful, but I don't really remember it now. I had three appointments during my week in UB and not one of them ended before I was in tears. Now, I have a week off from treatment before I go back to dentist next friday. I've decided to go home for this week. The toothache is entirely gone right now, I just have the weird feeling of a giant hole in my tooth.
I did get some really great stuff out of my trip to UB though. I got the chance to buy some nice American cereal for a fellow pcv that really wanted them, and I found Halloween costumes! I love halloween so this is a big deal. I'm going to be a skeleton. There were also pumpkins and I'm really regretting not buying one for a jack-o-lantern, but it's too late now. At the time, carrying one back to my soum seemed like a daunting task.
Anyway, right now I'm visiting some friends in Darkhan as a pit stop on the way home. I kind of feel guilty about this since I skipped out for so long already, but I wanted to see their apartment and visit for a while and then it was too late to find a ride back home. I'll leave early in the morning, so I won't miss out on too much time.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Halloween, the best holiday there is. And Thanksgiving which is okay, but not nearly as cool.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

It's been ages!

Why hello world (meaning my two followers), how has life been treating you these last few months? I have had quite a number of exciting experiences, but I really don't have the time or inclination to relate them now. Suffice it to say, that I am now alive and living in Mongolia. I have been teaching at a secondary school for the last month and have forgotten most of my mongolian language already. I have made very very few changes in my school. I have introduced the word "vacation" as opposed to "holiday" and, just today, introduced "Yo, wuz up" to the mongolian-English vocabulary. What great accomplishments.

Despite the fact that I am teaching them nothing, my mongolian friends and neighbors are incredibly helpful and nice. They listen to me destroy their language daily and usually laugh with good humor. They also come over to my home and clean it for me, which I actually don't like. I happen to think my house is nice and comfortable...It has a lived-in feel to it. They also help me carry my water and chop my wood and show great solicitude about my cold feet. One of my co-teachers even brought me a pair of woolen slippers to keep my toesies warm.

From my porch, I can actually see Russia, though I cannot see the Russian president's house. There is a large and beautiful cathedral across the border from my town, and it is one of my first sights in the mornings. My cooking skills improve daily. I can now make a better omlette than I ever could manage in the states, I can fry dumplings with the best of them (not really...but decently enough), and I even managed to make steamed banana bread which was delicious. I lack nothing in my life right now to make me happy except maybe a hot shower and a visit from people back home.

I hope the world is in as contented of a state, but I doubt it. Have a wonderful next couple of months, if I forget to update this again.