I dropped the keys to my ger in my outhouse…five minutes after receiving them.
Imagine how hard it was for me to explain that to my host family using only nonverbal signals after just meeting them.
There were lots of confusing looks followed by hysterical laughing and that’s pretty much how almost every conversation between us goes. It’s a constant game of charades and makes every interaction interesting.
During my first week in Mongolia I learned how to master the squat outhouse and I’m confident my legs will be made of steel by the end of the summer.
I also learned how to make a proper fire in my stove and how to (not so) effectively shower in a tumpin – a fancy word for a slightly large bucket.
I’ve traded shopping malls for mountains, and traffic jams for cow crossings, but I think I’m finally getting used to this place.
I look forward to going home after class and spending time with my family each day and retreating to my own little oasis in my ger every night.
It’s a simple way of living but a lot of work, which I hear gets even harder in the winter. I don’t know if I could manage but I guess I’ll find out at the end of summer when I get my permanent site placement!
And of course, my favorite part of living in Mongolia so far: Tommy!
Other than that I’m alive and well!