Thursday, August 25, 2011

Summer


I was nervous when school ended that I was going to be terribly bored in the village all summer. I kept thinking of the activities I had planned, but spaced out over three months, it did not seem like it was going to amount to much. I had my host brother’s wedding in June, a summer camp to help out with in July, and a trip to Georgia (the country) in August. It always seems to be the little things, though, that make a person feel really busy. So what did being an English Education Peace Corps volunteer entail during the off season of school?
It meant I was doing conversation clubs three to four times a week at my house. Now, during school this is a little more formal. Usually I have approximately six to twelve children who come, I make lesson plans, mix it up with games, encourage speaking in English, listening to English being spoken, incorporate life lessons such as taking turns, health and hygiene, etc. The summer is not drastically different in terms of the content of a conversation club, but with the school being closed, the clubs are less credible when they are held at my house. In fact, I change the word “club” to the word “course” in hopes that parents will still send their children even if they have a lot of work at home to do. (*Difference between Azeri culture and U.S. culture: If it is free in the U.S. as far as Education, anybody and everybody participates. If it is free in Azerbaijan, they all think it is useless, even if they cannot pay for private tutoring). Each week this summer, I was lucky to have four children at most coming to club. Consistently the same three kids showed up (my next door neighbor girl, one of my host cousins, and a boy whose mom teaches at the school and forces him to come). Nevertheless, making lesson plans and homework assignments kept my mind somewhat on school mode.
Right after school was let out, I went to a Lady Gaga themed birthday party, spent a few days in Baku for work (getting ready for the new AZ 9’s!), and worked diligently on our six month report that requires you to write down EVERY single activity you have ever done in regards to work. I helped out with my host brother’s wedding preparation and clean up, had a lunch date with my Azerbaijani language teacher, spent a night at my Training host family’s house in Sumqayit, and celebrated the Fourth of July with a true American BBQ in Khachmaz that invited ten Americans and 40 Azerbaijanis.
I went up to Sheki for a week of summer camp, which was a blast. We had life skills week so we did trust falls, human pyramids, health and nutrition classes, obstacle courses, yoga, and blanket volleyball.



At the end of July I went up to Qabala (big tourist region in AZ, most Azeri’s would say they think this is the prettiest region) for the International Music Festival. My friend Rikki and I stayed at my host brother’s soldier friend’s house in a village. It was really interesting. It was the first time I have stayed at an Azeri’s house without knowing anyone living there. My host brother’s friend had been staying at our house for the past two months because of a job opportunity him and my brother were working on. I had told him I really wanted to go to the music festival, and he called his wife and dad and arranged that we would stay with them for the two days. So my friend Rikki and I piled into a mashrutka, made our journey to Qabala, and had a blast at the festival and with Afgan’s family.


In August, four of us went on our big trip to Georgia. It was the first time out of country for me, and I went with three other girls all from the group ahead of me, so it was their last chance to use vacation leave before going back to America in November. We left Zaqatala at eight in the morning on a Friday, and did not get into Batumi until about nine pm that evening. All on a bumpy, hot, smelly mashrutka. We also realized when we arrived in Batumi that nobody knew where our hostel was, so finally we just shouted to the driver to stop in front of the Sheraton (thank goodness for international business) where we were guaranteed English speakers to help us. We stayed in Batumi for four nights –two nights too many in my opinion. It was nice to be in a different environment, though. We went swimming in the Black Sea, ate tons of pork kebabs, ate tons of food in general, and met a lot of interesting people. The weather proved to be so-so, and the day it was awesome, a Turkish boy drowned in the Sea as we were there. It was really sad and probably an interesting study into crowd behavior and another country’s medical response regulations.

After Batumi, Rikki and I split off from the two other girls and went to Borjomi for two nights in the middle of Georgia. They have a gorgeous national park (Georgia’s tourism sector is starting to really pick up speed) which is connected to a European national park system. It is really legitimate. We stayed in a home stay the first night we got in, but then geared up for our next big day. We climbed up the first trail the park provides which was about sixteen kilometers up the mountain. Then we stayed in the tourist hut provided at the top of the trail.
Unfortunately, while we had lugged our sleeping bags all over Batumi, we did not have any sleeping pads, and the park had also rented out the last of theirs, leaving us some pretty hard, wooden beds to sleep on. I’m not sure even a comfortable night sleep could have combated the soreness of my body the next day though. Was I out of shape? Yes.
But we climbed back down the mountain, hiked the remaining five kilometers into town, grabbed our stuff, and as we were trying to figure out which noodle letter sign on the buses was going to the bus station, a stranger offered us a ride for free. Now, this normally would go against everything I was ever taught growing up, but I find myself often doing that in the Peace Corps. Taking unknown food strangers? Check. Sharing water bottles, spoons, forks, hats, sheets, clothes, etc? Check. Taking rides from strangers? Check. So we got in. He “spoke” some English and we found out he once lived in Colorado (what?!), had a wife and a daughter, was an attorney (pulled out my Russian for Advokat to tell him what my mother does, and he pulls out his bar association card). But this nice man brought us to a town about an hour away which shaved off three dollars from our trip to Tbilisi.
We arrived in Tbilisi and spent two nights roaming around the town being tourists, making friends, eating more food, and spending one unforgettable afternoon in the public sulfur baths. I paid to shower in some really strange smelling water, get all of my dead skin scrubbed off, and then my body massaged by a Georgian woman. I think it was worth the eight dollars.
Now I am back in Azerbaijan. I spent a few days in the village, washing clothes, showing pictures to my host family, catching up with my conversation club kids, and getting food poisoning which my host mom was certain it was from having my fan on at night while I sleep. I have to go back to Baku for another meeting in regards to the new Pre-Service Training the new trainee’s will have coming in September, see my training host family one more time before school starts, and then head back to Goychay.
School will start September fifteenth. I need to meet with my counterpart to brief her on the American assault I am about to bring to our school this year. Behavior rules, homework assignments, raising hands, Halloween costume parties, it is going to be wild.
This has been a really awesome summer. It makes me a bit nervous for the school year, but I am not coming in half way through this year and I think it will make the semester a lot better. Sometimes it is hard to keep positive here. It is easy to get down on yourself about your service, or about site, or the culture, or whatever is the compliant of the day. But September 23 will mark my first year in country and I am looking back on this in a pretty awesome light. Granted, I wish my work was more successful (after all, that is why I was sent here), but I lucked into an amazing host family, I have made some awesome Azerbaijani friends, amazing American friends, I had a blast doing summer camp and sharing our Fourth of July traditions, and can’t wait to get back to school in September.









Saturday, June 25, 2011

Wedding Fun

Editor's Note: This is the second time I tried to upload these photos. Not all made it, they ended up in a really funny format, and I did my best with subtitles, but it frankly was one of the most frustrating internet experiences here. I apologize for not having the best

Weddings are one of the biggest cultural experiences here in Azerbaijan. Weddings in their own right are big cultural experiences across the world, but Azerbaijani's love their weddings. LOVE them. During wedding season (early summer, fall), there is a wedding you could attend almost every day from some relative or another. Part of the reason is because there are two weddings in AZ. The "girl toy" (toy=Azerbaijan word for wedding) and "boy toy" can have up to 500 people each. The girl toy has the bride's family and friend's, and close friend's and family of the groom. The boy toy is the opposite, but then after the boy toy, which is typically three weeks to a month after the girl's, the bride comes to live with the groom (or the groom's family if they don't have their own house).
I, amazingly, was just able to participate in the ins and outs of this huge cultural experience this month.My host brother just got married this past weekend. We had a HUGE wedding in our yard. Five hundred people, 700 kilos of meat, ten kilos of mayonnaise based salad, 160 bottles of vodka, 200 bottles of beer, 140 cartons of juice, 300 loaves of bread, among various other food and drink made up nine and half hours of village wedding craziness. There was dancing the whole time, speeches (one from yours truly), shoooting off guns, cake cutting, and bubbles. It took two weeks of prep, a new finished kitchen, a week of 15 adults and six children living in the house, and over 40 neighbors helping every day.

Here are pictures of some of the prep work happening before the wedding:

There were three different houses holding mutliple, multiple bins of meat.







There were lots of food preperations, tons of bowls and plates everywhere, food being cooked out back, and a new finished kitchen.
















Cutting of the cake!

Signing of the marriage certificates

A sheep was sacrificed right in front of them for the wedding. Only in the village!

The decorated car picking up the bride from her house to bring her to the wedding. Here was more dancing, a ceremony performed by the groom's brother, taking of the bride's clothes to move to her new house, and lots of music.

20 Questions

As my nine months have progressed, I have been asked a lot of questions about life in AZ, life as a PCV, life in general. As I am not always the best about following up on my blog with a lot of the questions, my sister helped me out and inquired around about questions people had (questions she had) regarding the Baijan. It got a bit lengthy in the reply, but I hope it gives a little insight. If you have other questions, do not hesitate to comment, or shoot me an email.


1. Do people in Azerbaijan have an opinion about Osama Bin Laden? If so, did they have a reaction to his death? Submitted by Jodi Meyer, Real Housewife of Iowa and mother to two deathly cute young boys.
Most people in Azerbaijan express the same regrets about Osama Bin Laden as the rest of the world; he makes Muslims look bad, September 11th was a tragedy, etc. While in Baku, I was congratulated twice by people over his death. As Peace Corps Volunteers, we are not allowed to comment politically on anything, so my answer usually was that it is not good at any time for anyone to die and it is not something to be congratulated on. People over all are pretty happy about it, though. Most Azerbaijanis view the US as a world power with unlimited resources (aren’t we though?) and have a hard time understanding why we don’t get involved with virtually everything.

2. What is the justice system like in the Baijan? What would be the most common crime people are arrested for? Submitted by your boring sister.
I really have no idea what the justice system is like. I can take a few stabs in the dark at it, but I honestly have no idea. And again, most common crime, I am not sure. I do know that in regards to crimes against travellers, Azerbaijan has an extremely low crime rate. It is a huge sin in the Muslim culture to take what is not yours, and people are pretty stern about it. My sitemate lost her Ipod on a mashrutka to a neighboring region one weekend, and her host mom called the bus station and retrieved it from the driver the next day. One of the bigger things I worry about on a weekly basis is drunk driving, and trying to get home with a sober driver. Usually, only one or two people in an extended family know how to drive, let alone have a car. And almost always, every man at the table is drinking shot after shot of vodka. Even with a sober driver, it is a frightening experience getting home at night on an Azerbaijani region road.

3. What is the culture like with respect to domestic violence or sexual assaults? Boring sister, part 2.
Domestic violence is definitely considered a family matter. I have a good friend who compared the attitude towards domestic violence to the saying “It takes cracking a few eggs to make a good omelet.” This would unfortunately probably be true of a lot new marriages in Azerbaijan. This is definitely not all, though. We had a lot of trainings and sessions about domestic violence in training, and many previous group volunteers said there is a good chance we will witness it either directly or indirectly at some point in our service. I have already. And no matter how much you prepare yourself for it, it still is shocking, hurtful, sad, and scary.
I would have to say that I don’t actually know a whole heck of a lot regarding sexual assaults among Azerbaijani nationals. The culture is one that everybody knows everyone else’s business, and if something were to happen, usually the perpetrator is shamed by the victim’s family and friends before the police are involved. I knew I thought this was really strange when I first heard about it, but I’ve seen it in place and it works. Shaming is huge here. I would say if something were to happen to me in public, I probably wouldn’t know the words to yell meanly about it, but I could shame the person enough that other people would get involved.
Sexual assaults from a PCV standpoint are absolutely a concern. Most people assume foreigners are loose, easy, and want it. It doesn’t help that most of the time, we are the first foreigners (besides Russian, and as stereotypical as it may sound, almost all prostitutes here you can find are Russian) that Azerbaijani’s outside of Baku have ever met. And all of their impressions of us are based off of television, movies, and music videos (which are not censored like we are used to, and that is also alarming). There are some things to do to protect ourselves: Never ride in the front of a taxi, never ride in a car alone unless you are absolutely sure it will be okay, don’t wear short skirts or dresses (at the knee), don’t make eye contact (once on accident is fine, never twice) especially when men are calling at you, don’t walk alone at night, and avoid alcohol. All of those things merely help, though, there is no guarantee of prevention from a sexual assault occurring.

4. If you could do it over again and repack, what is one thing you would bring again, one thing you would bring more of, and anything that you would leave behind? Submitted by OCD in Grand Forks, ND.
If I could pack again…. What famous words for a Peace Corps Volunteer, and a question I have contemplated often. I wish I would have packed half as a teacher, and half as a Peace Corps Volunteer as opposed to the half PCV and half grungy college student. Although, when one suitcase is devoted to clothes, and the other devoted to all other crap it takes to live out of your home for two years, there never really would be enough space for all of the clothes I wish I could bring. I definitely wish I had not packed as much bathroom supplies as I did. Before we came, there was a checklist which said to bring at least three months of toiletries along. What a waste. I brought shampoo, conditioner (my hair is greasy enough without that), contact solution, face wash, lotion, toothpaste, etc etc. All of it was weighty, enough to last me over a year, and a complete waste. While I am still in the Peace Corps, I am in a more developed country comparatively, and all of this stuff was available to me within the first week of arriving. As far as one thing I would bring again, no question, it would be a tie between my electronics. I have a friend who doesn’t have a computer and he seems to get along alright, but I use my Ipod at least once a day to drown out noise while I sleep, and is essential on long mashrutka rides when they are blasting traditional Azerbaijani music at full blast. I also have read every single book on my Nook and have luckily gotten a lot of books from another friend that is able to file share his eBooks (should I admit illegal file sharing on a blog?). As far as clothes go, I wouldn’t trade in my long underwear for the world in the winter.

5. When are you going to author your first book? Title suggestion is “From Pamida to the Peace Corps”, submitted by clever farmer father, Mark Johnson.
No set publication date, yet. However, one more long winter without central heating, and things might get rolling along. However, all good books have to have a colon. Perhaps, “From Pamida to the Peace Corps: A journey of self-loathing and righteousness.”
6. What sport is the most popular in Azerbaijan? Are the athletes celebrities like they are in the U.S.? How much do they make? Submitted by Joel Larson, attorney extraordinaire.
The most watched sport in Azerbaijan for sure is soccer, but Az doesn’t do that well at it, so most students are either a fan of teams from the English Premier League or from the Spanish League. The most famous sport from Azerbaijan is either judo or boxing or some form of that. I may be wrong on this exact information, but one of their participants won a gold medal in a recent Olympics, and it is a big deal around here as that is pretty rare. By far the biggest celebrities in Azerbaijan, though, are winners of the Eurovision contest (woot woot!). Number One in 2011, Baku host of 2012 Eurovison! Every person under the age of thirty and most people over the age of thirty can sing the main few words, and know the names of the singers. It was a big deal when I came because AZ had taken third last year, but when they won at the beginning of June here, people were celebrating in the streets.

7. What is the Azerbaijani beer of choice? Submitted by- take your first guess.
Unfortunately, there would be no Azerbaijani beer of choice. Most men around \here drink vodka in straight shots, and coming from a culture where it is frowned upon to binge drink unless you are in a college setting, it is hard to watch all men at a table take shot after shot after shot in a matter of three hours. There is some pretty terrible beer that is cheap, preferred by the ever penny-pinching PCV called Afsana, and comes in a two liter bottle. Most bottles served at weddings are Russian or Georgian with writing I can’t read. But almost all is really light. Unfortunately. I know of one bar in the expat part of Baku that sells draught of Guinness. Good beer and good cheese are two often missed commodities.

Questions 8-20 were developed by your very intelligent, non-granny panty purchasing older sister.

8. If you had to name one thing that you learned growing up that has been helpful to you as a Peace Corps volunteer in Azerbaijan, what would it be?
Naming one thing is difficult, but probably saying what I want or need and not being pushed around by it. We didn’t really grow up in a household that was going to coddle you if you weren’t going to be forthright about your needs, and that has helped a lot here. The hospitality of Azerbaijan is almost exactly opposite of America. If you are a guest, people assume you will not say what you want, and shove food, drinks, and sweets at you until you want to scream “Are you people not listening to ME?!” I have learned to put my foot down about serving myself, refusing food, not feeling obligated to eat or drink things I don’t want to, and speaking up when I do want something. I don’t think I have a hard time at all saying what I need in English, but it is definitely more difficult in a second language, and I am glad I had a backbone for it here.

9. Did you follow the Anthony Weiner scandal at all? I’ve heard Azerbaijan has lots of political corruption. Are there any weiner scandals like in the US? Literally or figuratively, take your pick.
I have never even heard of Anthony Weiner, which gives you a good idea of how out of touch I have become with news being here. There is a lot of blatant and covert political corruption and heavy control of news media. Unfortunately, again, I can’t comment too much on it. But maybe I’ll save all that I write and publish more after my two years are up. It could be part two of “From Pamida to the Peace Corps.”

10. What is your favorite thing to do during your down time?
This hasn’t changed much from America, reading and crossword puzzles. I have started to run, which is a nice way to pass an hour around here. I have become an amazing babysitter for the two kids I live with which passes a lot of time (but I wouldn’t say I necessarily enjoy that). With an actual few days of free time, I love travelling around country. I will never again live in a place with such amazing transportation to all areas. There are cities equivalent to that in the United States, but no state has a full out transportation schedule the way Azerbaijan does. And it is so cheap, too! It still amazes me that I can get from one area of the country to another area in six hours, for five manat, and only one transfer. It may be the hottest, smelliest, noisiest, close to breaking down bus you have ever been on. But it is always worth it in the end.

11. What is your favorite food and drink there?
My favorite drink is this thick, sweet juice called Jale. It comes in a lot of different flavors, but my favorite is the cherry. I like to mix it with half sparkling water and it throws virtually all Azerbaijanis at my table for a loop. They’ve never seen someone do something so innovative. For national meals, I really like the “Three Sister’s Dolma” which is eggplant, tomato, and green peppers with their insides cut out, and minced meat and onions stuffed inside and cooked. It is buttery, salty, and delicious. Plov is growing on me. It is at every holiday, birthday party, and wedding, but so far I haven’t got sick of it. It is really buttery rice with meat, raisins, nuts, and a crisp, outer bread shell. My favorite sweet is paklava. I have to include that as sweets are part of almost every meal here (I’ve had more than my fair share of cake for breakfast). In every other place I know, it is called baklava, but here we say paklava, so that is my Azerbaijani sweet of choice.

12. What food and drink do you miss most?
I long for Diet Pepsi. Not Pepsi Light. Not Coke Light. Not Pepsi Max. Not Coke Zero. I long for a cold, bubbly, makes you burp after the first drink, sweating on the outside, can of wonderful Diet Pepsi. Dream big, right? I also miss the general concept of food on the go. Not necessarily fast food, but sandwiches, or bags of pretzels, or granola, etc. I can make a lot of little quick snacks to take on road trips such as Ziploc bags of cut up vegetables, or buy sunflower seeds. But there is no peanut butter or honey, the bread is not what we are used to and I have found to be cumbersome on a bumpy bus, and there is definitely no deli meat.

13. From what you’ve told me, typically women in AZ don’t exercise. You’ve also said that “guesting” appears to be a large part of the social life in AZ. Do women there care about their figures or attempt to stay healthy or watch their weight? Is there any social pressure regarding appearances?
There is definitely a pressure about weight, but it goes exactly as follows: Be as skinny as possible to find a man, and be good and fat once you are married. There is a word for exercising, and people have heard of others doing it on television and such, but virtually no one does it here. I have started to run in the village, and usually my family hears about it by the time I get back or within two hours of my run, and all of the people ask questions about it. Do I do it to be skinny? Don’t I like being fat? Do I do it to be healthy? Am I eating more so I don’t fall over? Aren’t I scared of the cows and sheep on the road? Do I know how to get home? Do I run over one kilometer?

For sure there are a lot of different social pressures on appearance here. Again, skinny and fat depending on marital status. Also, people like flashy, rhinestone, shiny clothes, tight clothes. The teachers at school comment often on my non-rhinestone, non-high heeled shoes I wear to school every day. Also, when women wear make-up, it is a little more of the costume nature we are not used to. This will probably be the only time in my life where it is acceptable for me to wear age inappropriate nail polish and eye shadow. In the regions (aka, not in Baku), girls only pluck their eyebrows after getting married, and I get a lot of comments on that. Also, the bottom line social pressure is: If your shoes are dirty in any way, you are committing social suicide.

14. What are the attitudes towards gay people or people of different races in Azerbaijan, not necessarily with respect to PCV, but local Azerbaijanis?
a. In respect to sexual diversity, and racial diversity in Azerbaijan, it feels like this country is approximately America in the 1940’s. Most people, including highly educated Azerbaijanis, believe that there just simply are not homosexuals in Azerbaijan. Almost all people unfortunately believe if you are GLBT, you are a criminal, pervert, and mentally insane. This is a big topic for PCV’s as there is diversity in our group, and there are only three Americans on a staff of up to over thirty people during pre-service training. The language teachers are often young, new to the work force Azerbaijanis who receive some training on the diversity and differences of Americans, but I think it really comes to a shock to them when some realize that it is not just an abstract idea but they have come to interact every day with these diverse people. Sometimes it ends up in some really good, positive development conversations, and sometimes it is just a flippen disaster on both ends.
b. Racial diversity is interesting in AZ as there is very little. They have a few ethnic groups that live in the country, and you will hear people make comments about lack of intelligence, or things like that about them, but I do not live near any of those regions and I am not sure how widespread of big/little of an issue it is. For PCV’s with racially diverse backgrounds, they take a lot more staring and questions than the average volunteer (which has to be so numerous and frustrating). I’m not exactly sure where it started, but there are people of Asian descent who travel around and sell things out of boxes and bags here. A lot of Asian Americans get hassled on the street about what is in their book bag, if they are selling the camera they are taking pictures with, what is in the package they just picked up from the post office, etc. Another major problem is that the “N” word is taught in Azerbaijani schools as the proper word for a black person. Virtually any volunteer with darker skin, whether they are of African, Latino, native, etc descent has to constantly have conversations about how that word is not appropriate for our culture. I have had it three times at site here with just daily conversation. And no matter what your background is, there is the ever present question about whether you look like a “true” American or not. I usually talk about why that is a reason I love America is because we all look American and there is no one way to look and all of those good, sentimental feelings I have about our heartland, but most people just shake their head and disagree and repeat that they don’t look American. I so far have been told I look Latvian, Avar (an ethnic group in Azerbaijan with only a spoken language), and Dagestani. My sister looks EXACTLY like a movie star, with a heavy agreement on Angelina Jolie.


15. What parts of Azerbaijan have you been to and do you have a favorite?
a. The volunteers often talk about Azerbaijan in the shape of a hand, with Baku being the thumb area. If you can picture it like that, I have been to the “first” finger - NE (once you are out of the Baku desert, it is pretty, coastal, view of the mountains), half way up the second finger (gorgeous, mountainous, cooler, forests, waterfalls, and I hear it only gets prettier the farther north you go), various parts of the palm (Goychay is considered the palm. We are at the foothills of the mountains, can see the real mountains on a pretty day, and the rest is North Dakota flat and grasslands. However, a little bit more south is still the palm and not grassy, and frankly, pretty darn ugly and hot.), and one area in the south west. I would still like to see the dirty south, and hopefully this summer I will make it up to the third finger.

16. In that respect, do you wish you would have been placed somewhere else?
a. In terms of in-country travel, sights, nature, etc, I have been placed in a wonderful country. Out of the eleven different climatic zones, Azerbaijan has nine of them in a country the size of the state of Maine. We have a pretty liberal in-country travel policy, and the public transportation system is phenomenal for a developing country.

17. What is the most rewarding and the most challenging aspect of teaching?
a. This question has stumped me a little. I enjoy teaching, and I am glad I am in this sector of Peace Corps, but I am not sure what would be the most rewarding thing. It maybe wouldn’t be so much in terms of teaching, but I feel really accomplished as a positive female/adult figure in my student’s lives. Teachers don’t interact with students here the way they do in America. They aren’t friendly, absolutely do not smile, engage, or make connections with the children. It was a really hard adjustment, and because I do participate in those, I struggle every day with being considered an actual teacher in the school system. I have faced the reality that the majority of my students will not be speaking any more English by the time I leave here than when I came. But I do know that every single one of us as a teacher in this school system has impacted the lives of at least one student in a positive manner in their classroom, and that keeps me motivated to go to school every day.
b. The single most challenging part of teaching? The Azerbaijani school system hands down. It is a pretty broad topic, but I feel like it slaps me in the face every second we do something. The teachers are afraid of the Ministry, of the directors, of losing their hours, or having to give bribes. The school books (which are uniform across the country, every kid in every school gets the same book for each lesson – 8th grade English has the 8th grade English book whether you are in Baku or Goychay) are horrible, difficult, out of date, and text heavy. The students and teachers have the Soviet Union education mentality of an answer better not be wrong, so children are afraid to make mistakes, speak up, or say whether they understand something. The conditions of the schools are terrible, but I feel as if kids don’t really care about those things, because they have never known any different. The floors are falling apart, it’s cold, dusty, the chairs are broken. But it is easy to get past the outward appearance. It is the engrained ideas that you will be beat if you speak out of line (real tree switches? Doesn’t look pleasant), that every student copying the smartest child’s test in class to give to the Ministry is more important than the learning of information, and that being the first and the fastest person in class to shout out an answer before everyone else is the quickest way to receive a good grade are challenges that I am constantly at a battle with every day.

18. Has your experience in the Peace Corps so far influenced you or motivated you to pursue a certain career or educational choice when you are done with your service?
a. Not particularly. I think being here makes me realize some of the traits and qualities about myself that make up a lot of decisions about career or educational paths. For example, this has definitely not brought out some intense yearning to be a teacher. However, I do realize I enjoy working with kids. Or rather, I do not dislike working with children. I know that I really enjoy training my peers, but I am still a terrible public speaker. I miss the university and learning atmosphere a lot, but do not envy a lot of the volunteers taking their LSATs and GREs.

19. If you could incorporate one item of modern/Western convenience or technology to the Azerbaijani people, what would it be?
a. If washing machines were affordable, they would be life changing for a lot of these families. They are available now, and I know a lot of volunteers whose families have bought one with the extra money they are getting for rent, but they cost approximately 800 manat, which is the equivalent a little less than a year’s salary for the average person.
b. No one has every spotted a dryer outside of American Embassy worker’s houses in Baku. And that would be a revolutionary item.
c. It may not be technology, but I have spent more than a few minutes thinking about how Crocs would take off here like a wild fire. Everybody wears Shop-Shops, and they don’t last long and aren’t too comfortable. Crocs, man. It’s the ticket.

20. What do you think the benefits are today of being a Peace Corps volunteer versus being one 20 years ago? Are there any disadvantages that you can think of?
a. I think modern technology has definitely improved a lot of lives of volunteers. We are all outfitted with cellphones when we arrive, and a lot of volunteers are able to text their families back home. If I am having a bad day, I can call someone and talk about it within minutes. I think it reduces a lot of those feelings of being surrounded by a ton of people and still feeling overwhelmingly alone. I also think the availability of printers, copy machines, and computers has greatly helped the amount of information being transferred to host country nationals, and hopefully, made Peace Corps more sustainable in the long run.
b. In the same way technology has helped, I think it can be a big disadvantage for a lot of people as well. There are volunteers with Wi-Fi in their apartments who know the updated schedule of every single television show they ever watched back home and keep up on them better here than they did in the States. I think some of the electronics separate volunteers from making the same kind of connections with their family and communities that volunteers twenty years ago were forced to have. Plus, most volunteers complain that talking too much to America in one week is anxiety ridden for them.

21. What do you miss most from America? Question submitted by Emily Johnson
Free, Public, Clean toilets.

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Joy of Summer

I have discovered the beauty of early summer in Azerbaijan. It comes in the form of lush, green fields, gorgeous flowers, and fruit trees as far as the eye can see. Well, at least in Goychay anyway. Lucky for me, that is where I live. I’ve visited a few other regions with beautiful mountains which are hard to beat, and places that are so hot, no one goes out past noon and before seven at night. But some days in the village, I feel like I have landed the perfect spot in Azerbaijan. My family’s orchard consists of the following fruit trees: apricots, pears, plums, cherry plums, cherries, strawberries, pomegranates, quinces, persimmons, apricots, two fruits I have not been able to find the translation for, grape vines, strawberries, and pumpkins (I would venture to guess this list is not exhaustive). We have been eating fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, basil, cilantro, dill, onions, green beans, and garlic from our garden and have milk, eggs, yogurt, sour cream, and butter from the animals every day. And while typical Azerbaijani food consists of amazing amounts of butter, salt, and fat, the diet as of late has been pretty hard to complain about. I am still buying spinach, carrots, lentils, rice, and oatmeal at the bazaar. Compared to what my city folk friends are dealing with, though, I am living it up in the village. They were out of water for two weeks there. I drink without boiling or filtering. They buy 3.2% milk for over two manat! I drink a sweet, amazingly high fat content milk straight from the cow (a slight exaggeration as we do boil the milk first, I am not leaning my head under its udder). And I know I have become well-adjusted to my village life when I can tell the difference between cow’s milk yogurt and buffalo cow’s yogurt.

Tomorrow I will be going to the city to upload this blog post and take care of some forms for Peace Corps (government organizations….). It has been awhile since I have left our community, and I am itching to get out a little bit. But I also know that I have come to the conclusion that there are few better things in life than the joy of picking fresh fruit straight off the tree and eating it. Also, there are few worse things in life than your body disagreeing with unwashed fruit (maybe unwashed meat? I haven’t explored that yet).

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Some Recent Pictures

A recent birthday party for my cousin who is standing next to me.

The view from my friend's house in Sheki, a region towards the north of Azerbaijan.

Rock climbing in Sheki. This wall was opened by two young couples from America. They heard about this business opportunity and took a chance and came out to see what they could do. Unfortunately, a wall opened up in Baku two weeks before. Otherwise they would have been the first wall in Azerbaijan. Only two manat to climb all day!


We spent the weekend in Ivanovka (five volunteers). It is a region to the East and West of Azerbaijan. It is only thirty miuntes away, but completely different than where we are living. The views were gorgeous, and hard to catch on camera, but here are a few tastes.
Wine Country

The cottage we stayed at from a Scottish Expat and his Russian Azerbaijani wife. They usually rent it out for a little more money, but gave us a deal as Peace Corps Volunteers. We cooked for ourselves in the kitchen, but they drove us to the winery and showed us around town. It was a really neat experience.

The winery we visited

Breath taking views.


Just for fun: Here is a picture of getting the Bankas on my back from when I am ill.

It is Always Unpredictable


I knew before coming to Azerbaijan that I was worried about the bathroom situation. The anxiety comes in part from never having been outside of the Western world of flushable toilets, and in part because every time I need to use the bathroom in this country, it is a toss-up as to what I am about to walk into. Some of them (luckily, like my own house) have modern, Western, flushable toilets. Few, no matter how nice they are, have toilet seats, and that is one thing I still have not figured out. Of the normal toilets, some flush, some need buckets for manual flushes, and some just sit on top of holes in the ground. There are bathrooms with really nice porcelain everywhere and extremely clean, just of the squat variety. Some just are not clean. And then there is the outhouse. The dreaded outhouse. My experiences so far have brought me to the conclusion that while some outhouses don’t leave me with the feeling that I should immediately shower and rid my body of all toxins in inadvertently soaked in by stepping foot inside of the claustrophobic wood box, many unfortunately do. And that is the situation I found myself in during my dreaded “outhouse” incident.
My host parents asked me to come along over to their daughter’s house one Sunday evening. She lives in her husband’s house with their children, and his mother and father (Almost always the case if you are the youngest son of the family – my host brother, who is 27, lives in our house with his wife and two kids). Now, I don’t particularly like going over to this house in general because the father-in-law smokes in the room where we all sit and have our food and tea (It is also the only room for guests so you cannot escape to the kitchen) and because the daughter happens to also work with me at school and gets so nervous to speak English, there is a lot of confusing conversation. Nevertheless, we had been there a lot longer than I had expected and it was nearly eleven p.m. when I decided to bite the bullet and ask about using their bathroom. The problem is, in Azerbaijan, it is a slight faux pas to even talk about the bathroom or anything having to do with it. And amazingly, it seems to be only the foreigners who ever need it when they are not at home (I think my family has super human bladder strength). So after two hours of being uncomfortable, I got up the nerve to ask if I could use their bathroom, and the daughter said, “I’ll bring you out there.” Which I knew only meant one thing: Outhouse. And, boy was I right.
After we tramped through the entire orchard, I was given the flashlight for some lighting in the dark abyss. But after I rolled up my pant legs and stepped out to widen my stance, the floor board broke from under my leg and I not only fell on top of the hole that everyone pees (and other gross things) into, but my leg also went under the outhouse. I thank all of my lucky little stars that this one was not the kind that was near overflowing because my leg did not touch a thing. But I screamed, and my host sister/counterpart came running in to help, but then could not stop laughing at what a ridiculous situation I was now in. I felt a little better after that because she was so embarrassed about what happened she couldn’t stop laughing. I was also embarrassed and highly grossed out about falling in an outhouse and would have probably started crying if I hadn’t done a little laughing about it. I asked her a million times over not to tell the seven people back at the house what had happened, but she couldn’t quit giggling and it was inevitable. I ended up dousing my cuts and bruises in antiseptic, and washing my jeans twice(which is not an easy task when you are hand washing) from essentially sitting on the floor of an outhouse, but it has proved to be a fairly hilarious story for my family to repeat, and another good, “Did that just happen?!” moment for my Peace Corps service.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

To Good Health

Since I have recently been trying to fight off the common cold that plagues schools, a house with eight people in it, and a culture that does not truly believe germs are the carriers, I thought I would give you insight to a few of the things my host mother claims will for sure make me feel better when I am ill.

Remedies I stay clear of:
Wrapping my head in a scarf or towel because I have a headache
Wearing a hat because I have a headache
Wrapping my head in a scarf or towel soaked in vodka because I have a headache
Wrapping any part of my body in a scarf or towel soaked in vodka or otherwise because said body part aches, including my neck when I have a sore throat
Drinking milk when I have a cough
Drinking either tea or milk with (lots of) sugar which automatically makes “medicine”

Remedies I try to fend off which I am not successful at:
Drinking tea with jam in it, which makes “medicine”
In Azerbaijani, “Bankas”, in English, “Cupping” The practice of lighting a match inside of a small jar and then sticking it to an ill person’s back (usually about eight small jars per back). The heat and gasses and such (I am no scientist) sucks the skin from your back into the jar and when you pull them off about ten minutes later it leaves nice, red to purple welts. Here, the darker the color of rings, the more ill you are. I so far have had this done twice to me. Both times my welts were really dark purple. I claim it’s because my back is sensitive. They say it’s because I do not dry my hair immediately after a shower and that is how I get ill.
A weird grass-tea leaf solution which takes like burnt tootsie rolls and has the gooey thickness of tar
Medicine in Russian writing
Lectures from my host mother about the evils of cold water
Wearing multiple pairs of socks

Remedies I embrace:
Calling our Peace Corps Medical Officer who is available 24/7
The remaining Dayquil/Nyquil I initially brought with me
Wearing sunscreen
Drinking a lot of water
Ibuprofen
Rest
Having Neighbors bring food over to express condolences for your illness