Afternoon at the River

As we wait out our last few weeks in Bayankhongor, the sun has finally come out - albeit intermittently. It's June 12. It snowed just a few days ago. Snow in June is not as fun as it sounds. Longest... winter... ever.

To celebrate the new-found sun, we walked to the nearby river with our site mates Tysen and Wally. It was the perfect day with temps at 70F (20C) and a clean breeze. Oh, yeah!

We went to our local Ching Hai restaurant, whose spiritual movement invites vegetarianism. They attract followers through small restaurants, and though we have not adopted her particular philosophy, we have been eating there almost every day since it opened late last year. On the menu were steamed rolls with tofu and cucumber, and cookies. We brought our own mustard, honey mustard, hot sauce and soy sauce because the flavor of the "oroomog" rolls is not exactly overwhelmingly strong, though clean and fresh.

With a blanket, Coke and condiments in hand, we made the 10-15 minute walk eastward from the Bayankhongor town center toward the Tuin River (pr. 2-een). The wind was in our hair and sun on our faces. As we sat down for our little feast, we were overwhelmed by the sweet perfume of flowers aggressively wafting past.

Leslie, Tysen and Wally lounge by the Tuin River. What a day for a picnic.

There is a bit of a problem with pollution around these parts. Mongolians usually just throw trash on the ground even when they are at the river for the purpose of communing with nature. Because the wind often blows east toward the river, trash from Bayankhongor winds up in the river too. Plastic bags, plastic bottles, beer bottles, and wrappers fill the slower points and bends in the river.

It's a bit depressing to see all the trash in the river next to such beautiful natural wonders.

After our lovely picnic, we walked past the sports center across the street from our apartment. Apparently, World Cup FEVER has taken hold. The sports center recently got a hold of some artificial turf, and on this Saturday, the field was put to good use.

Mongolia is not in the World Cup, but that doesn't stop them from a little practice.

18 days left before we move out of Bayankhongor. But who's counting?

MST 2009

After we finished training all the newbies, it was our turn to get together with our training class of M19s to discuss our successes and challenges during our first year at site. To date, we have been here just over 15 months - three months of training, and a full year in Bayankhongor (pr. "buy-in-hunger" for those scoring at home).

This three-day mid-service training (MST) was also designed as a working retreat to help us recharge our batteries. Thankfully, the budget our Peace Corps office requested for this gathering was accepted, and we were actually treated to a pretty decent few days in Terelj National Park, just outside of UB. We had some good food, meaningful collaboration, and believe it or not, one of Mongolia's two golf courses.

Thanks to Garrett for most of these pictures.

The driving range left a little to be desired, including a fence to keep out the animals and a machine for collecting the balls.

It wasn't exactly the best course ever, sporting hard as brick artifical greens, but beggars can't be choosers.

Fellow PCVs and great fellows, Brian and Patrick joined Nathan and Garrett for the walk and some picture taking. Their golf-like commentary was hysterical, especially Brian's, whose dual citizenship as a Brit grants him a native British accent - twas perfect for a day at the links whilst on holiday.

The skins game was spit almost even with Nathan upping Garrett by one. All 6 balls were lost in the impossible rough, which led to only eight of the nine holes being successfully completed. but who's counting?

During our down time one evening, there was also a Settlers of Catan tournament. It's a board game kind of like Risk meets Monopoly launched from the mind a super nerdy German guy in the 1990's. It was a blast, and though Nathan was knocked in the first round, Leslie and our site mate, Fahd, made it to the finals in this double-elimination extravaganza.

Thanks to Amber Barger [white sweater, bottom right] for these pictures and for organizing the tournament.

But it wasn't all fun and games. We spent from 9-4 everyday meeting in various small groups discussing our last year and developing strategies for next year. Despite the concerns from some of the Mongolian staff that there was a lack of strict structure, this open format proved to be really worth while and worked extremely well for us. Sections of the day were used for sector-specific meetings, fundraising/grant writing, safety and security, cooking, mental health, and of course, the Mongolian language.

Leslie, Patrick and Garrett have a silly moment during an otherwise very productive Mongolian lanugage session.

Leslie enjoying the cooking demonstration/class with Matt (with the hat) and Evan (with the classes) put on by the medical officer, Paul (kneeling, far left). Thanks to Matt for the photos.

All and all it was a great way to get new project ideas, and the much needed rest and relaxation gave us great energy coming back to site. Thanks to the Peace Corps Mongolia staff for a well orchestrated event from start to finish. Year number two at site is officially off to a good start.

English Olympics

One way the school system in Mongolia motivates students and teachers to work on their specialized fields is through big-time competitions they refer to as “Olympics.” There are all sorts including physics, math, Russian, and among others, English. Including Leila in a nearby village, there are six volunteers in Bayankhongor, and since we all speak English pretty well, we were the official judges.

English Olympics might conjure up thoughts of a gymnastic language contest in front of a captivated, cheering audience like a spelling bee, but in reality it’s a cerebral, intense, quiet, mostly written examination. There are different sections of the written test including fill-in-the-blanks listening, multiple choice vocabulary, open-ended questions, and reading comprehension. Afterward, students sit before the judges for a speaking test that involves direct and open-ended questions like tell me about your family or compare and contrast five given pictures.

Here are some examples from the 10th grade written test:

• When I was younger I _(used to)__ swim in the river.
  
  
• I have had this book since ___________.
  a. one year b. three months
  c. April d. now
  
  
• What are you going to do this summer?
  _______________________________________________________________________

The events reminded us of solo and ensemble, and regional to state choir and band competitions for music students in the States. In those, students sit before a panel of judges and play or sing prepared pieces of music alone or with a group, which they are subsequently assigned a score for. Parents and other competitors usually are allowed sit in the room and watch at least portions of the events. In Mongolia, it was interesting: of the hundreds of competitors, we never saw a parent or spouse. Here, it seems, teachers teach, students learn, and that's the end of it. Usually spouses are not invited to work events (we're an exception) either. Family and work or school are completely separated.

Our first experience with the language-off season came a few weekends ago. Friday was an event at our friend Tysen’s business school among his teachers. It wasn’t the most polished group of competitors, and it seemed as though almost no one took it very seriously. Much like their students’ competition a few weeks later, the teachers were able to prepare written remarks ahead of time, but almost no one really did more than a few minutes in advance. As a result, the competitions dragged on a little and were sometimes ruled by flush-faced awkward silences. Even still, those who chose to compete bravely performed through charades and a Jeopardy-like answer and question game.

Sometimes, waiting until the last minute to do things yields a team name like, "We Wish Raining."

For our continued support in judging competitions, the business school had a cake made for us with the "Thank You" in English. It was totally unnecessary, though completely welcomed.


Our second round of competitions was the next day and involved sanctioned tests for 9th graders, 11th graders and the teachers. Winners from this round will go on to Ulaanbaatar (the capital) next week to compete nationally. Each of our three high schools and those in some nearby villages had vetted and registered their best candidates for the two hours of writing and 15-20 minute verbal interviews, which we Americans exclusively administered. There were a few real stand-out students and some unexpected results from the teachers. The latter created a bit of a fall out with one teacher who was perhaps the favorite to win. Though his written scores were far above the field, his verbal scores were nearly the lowest. Apparently he talked a lot and eloquently, but he failed to answer the questions, perhaps expecting a “gimme” from the volunteer judge. Instead, the teacher disappointedly accepted the bronze medal, and for the next few days he verbally and via text message accosted the judge. Thankfully, the sour-grapes teacher won the Russian Olympics the next day, putting him in a better mood. After the dust settled a few days later, he humbly apologized and we’ve all tried to move on. Obviously, he was among the competitors who really took the Olympics seriously.
































From the competition, Nathan has asked two graduating 11th graders (Mongolia goes to 11) to collaborate with him on a project he’s working on to build their resumes for college. The project will aim to reclaim a dust bowl portion of the countryside left gutted my illegal mining activity. As that project develops, we look forward to telling you more about it.

The next day was a genuine joy to administer. It involved 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 10th graders, many of whom speak English better than their teachers. On this day, we only verbally interviewed the top five scorers on the written test, as opposed to needlessly interviewing everyone as we were required to do for the sanctioned test. Nearly every student we talked to was composed and confident resulting in some fun and interesting interviews. Though this round of tests won’t send anyone on to compete at nationals, it introduced some exceptional students to us, who have subsequently asked for private tutoring.

Students wait for and receive medals for their efforts. Noticeably missing from the competition for us were parents.

Leslie has been successfully holding English Movie Night every Friday at 6 pm. Only 2 students showed up the day before the English Olympics because their teachers said they needed to study for the next day’s event. The ones who did show up were two of the gold medalists.

Next week, our 11th grader pal, Bilegt, will be showing his skills in UB. We’ve been working hard on phrasal verbs, how to write an essay, and verbal test techniques. We have our fingers crossed for him!

All and all our 11th month in Mongolia was an interesting one, and we kept very busy working on plenty of work and community projects. May will be our 12th of 27 months.

Whiffleball in Full Swing

Though there's been some wicked wind storms ripping through Bayankhongor the last two days, (resulting in 1 of our 2 our back doors being ripped open, which broke the glass and has allowed nearly unfettered entrance for sand and dust), last weekend I played wiffleball with two other Bayankhongor volunteers and the Gold Medalist in the English Olympics and Silver Medalist in Russian Olympics.

We played for about 2 hours using a good ol', made-in-America, Whiffle ball and an sawed-down old shovel handle with a pronounced banana-like curve in the center. Because it was only 2-on-2, we played with kickball rules, which allow for a fielder to tag out a runner by throwing the ball at him. We also played with only two outs, and there we no walks. In other words, it was a lot like American League Baseball.

Because the field is very dusty and sandy, it was difficult to drag a single into a double or longer and the wind was knocking down anything with loft making it hard to catch. Consequently, it was a lot more fun to be on offense than defense. That didn't stop the fielders from also having some good laughs.






This is third weekend in a row where we played, but this is the first time we had our expert photographer, Leslie to capture all the action as it unfolded. It was a crisp and chilly but sunny Spring day with an often stiff breeze. It was the perfect day.








We had a blast and though it was competitive, we were all happy to play. Our friend, Bilegt, the English phenom, is going to UB next week to compete in the national English Olympics. We wish him luck and hope he can find some time to play again this weekend.
















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