51.“Made in America” by Bill Bryson *** A little dry at times, but overall an interesting look at why Americans speak the way we do.
52.“ A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian” by Marina Lewycka **** Wonderful look at Ukrainian immigrants in England and what happens as your parents get older.
53.“Hot Six” by Janet Evanovich ****
54.“Seven Up” by Janet Evanovich ***
55.“Neither Here Nor There” by Bill Bryson **** great book about traveling through Europe by a very funny author.
56.“A Good Scent From A Strange Mountain” by Robert Butler*** interesting stories about post war Vietnam.
57.“A Season in Hell” by Jack Higgins *** mystery/action
58.“Dark Justice” by Jack Higgins *** mystery/action
59.“ ‘A’ is for Alibi” by Sue Grafton *** mystery
60.“Congo” by Michael Chrichton *** suspense thriller
61.“How to be Good” by Nick Hornby **
62.“Dark Light” by Randy Wayne White **** great thrillers
63.“Prey” by Michael Chrichton ***
64.“Key West Connection” by Randy Wayne White ***
65.“The Audacity of Hope” by Barack Obama **** a little thick at times, filled with interesting info. on the way Washington works.
66.“Three to get Deadly” by Janet Evanovich ***
67.“To the Nines” by Janet Evanovich ***
68.“Dead of Night” by Randy Wayne White ***
69.“Naughty Neighbor” by Janet Evanovich **
70.“The Overlook" by Michael Connelly **
71.“Blood work” by Michael Connelly ***
72.“The Talbot Odyssey” by Nelson Demille ***
73.“Nightfall” by Nelson Demille **
74.“The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini **** look at why
Afghanistan is the way it is today.
75.“Code to Zero” by Ken Follett ***
76.“Zlata’s Diary” by Zlata Filipovic **** young girl’s point of view of the Bosnian/Serbian war in the early 1990s
76 ½ “The Clue of the Hissing Serpent” by Franklin Nixon** Don’t ask…
77.“N is for Noose” by Sue Grafton ***
78.“R is for Revenge” by Sue Grafton ** 07/23/08
79.“Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” by J.K. Rowling **** 07/26/08
80.“Lost Light” by Michael Connelly *** 07/29/08
81.“The Constant Gardener” by John Le Carre **** 08/03/08
82.“The Pardon” by James Grippando ** 08/04/08
83.“Wild Thoughts from Wild Places” by David Quammen *** 08/17/08 interesting look at how you can find wild things everywhere around you, and maybe why they are there.
84.“The Appeal” by John Grisham ** 08/20/08
85.“The Namesake” by Jhumpa Lahiri **** 08/27/08 great story following an Indian family through their ups and downs in America, a look at how deeply our parent’s lives really impact us.
86.“McNally’s Dare” by Lawrence Sanders *** 09/03/08 another intriguing mystery novel.
87.“McNally’s Luck” by Lawrence Sanders ** 09/05/08
88.“Montana 1948” by Larry Watson **** 09/06/08
89.“While my Pretty one sleeps” by Mary Higgens Clark * 09/12/08
90.“Conviction” by Richard North Patterson *** 09/18/08
91.“Dancing at the Rascal Fair” by Ivan Doig **** 10/03/08 interesting story about trying to create a life in 1900 Montana
92.“The White Masai” by Corinne Hofmann *** 10/09/08 true story about a CRAZY Swiss woman who travels to Kenya, falls in love with a Masai warrior,and thinks she can live a normal life with him in the bush.
93.“Come Ride with me, Mariah Montana” by Ivan Doig *** 10/18/08 3rd of a series about Montana, good stories
94.“Angels and Demons” by Dan Brown” by Dan Brown *** 10/24/08 prequel to the Davinci Code
95.“Flight of the Old Dog” by Dale Brown ** 10/27/08 high-tech war between USSR and America
96.“Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” by J.K. Rowling **** 11/04/08 as always, good book.
97.“Puerto Vallarta Squeeze” by Robert James Waller * 11/06/08
98.“Accordion Crimes” by Annie Proulx * 11/25/08 not one of her best
99.“Mad Cow Nightmare” by Nancy Mean Wright * 12/01/08
100. “Everything is Illuminated” by Jonathan Safran Foer *** 12/08/08 story about Jewish-American man trying to follow his grand-father’s roots to Western-Ukraine, horrors of WWII.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving extravaganza
It started off as a simple invitation from my girlfriend Megan; “Why don’t you come spend Thanksgiving with some of my friends in Odessa?” and turned into one of the cooler things I have done while here in Ukraine.
The trip started off with a 2 ½ hour bus ride from Lugansk to Donetsk on Wednesday the 26th of November, through the pouring rain. This was an inauspicious start, seeing as I was headed to my first ever Champions League soccer game between Shakteur Donetsk (Ukraine) and FC Basil (Switzerland.) I rolled into Donetsk just as the rain was finishing… there I met up with Megan and we headed into the city to meet up with some other volunteers who live in or around Donetsk. We had some dinner, and at 9:45 were walking through the gates of the Donetsk soccer stadium. Probably most of you don’t know this, but going to a Champions League game has been on my top 10 list of things to do in my life for about 5 years, so this was a big deal for me… the stadium was only 1/3 full, due to both teams being towards the bottom of the rankings and the weather beings o miserable. But, over the 90 minute game, with the temperature hovering around 35 degrees, rain for only 10 minutes, and 5 goals scored… all by Donetsk Shakteur, the team I was supporting. It was a blowout, but even more fun because due to a misunderstanding by the person buying the tickets, we were supposed to sit in the first row but got to sit only 5 rows up, high enough to see everything but low enough to hear the players talking too.
Thursday morning was spent walking around Donetsk, as I had never been there before. Its about Ukraine’s 5th largest city, so even though the weather was a little chilly, it was fun to walk through the parks and eat some good, greasy burgers at a local fast food-chain. At 5pm Megan and I jumped on a train to begin our 16 hour journey down to Odessa, Ukraine’s largest port on the Black Sea. Again, I had never been there and I was very excited.
We entered the beautiful Odessa train station at around 9am and set out to try to find an apartment, because we were going to spend the night with one of Megan’s friends and her brother and dad. Finding an apartment in Ukraine is often much different than anywhere else I have ever been. There is the option of booking on-line in many cities, but the much more popular approach is to immediately be set upon by about 5 babushkas (older women/grandmothers) asking if you need an apartment, how big, how much you want to pay, etc. Now, I am definitely used to new experiences, but I was extremely thankful Megan was with me (as my sister so gracefully put it when on the phone with me, “She sounds smart…” and yes, she is, her Russian is excellent) to take over the entire negotiations. After the first failed attempt when we set out with a woman only to find 5 minutes later that the apartment wasn’t ready after all, we met up with some other volunteers who were waiting at a bus stop to head to the tiny village where Megan and I would head the next day for Thanksgiving dinner. We (as in Megan) eventually found an apartment that was big enough for a very good price, and after a quick shower we headed out to explore the sights, and to fix Megan’s Falafel needs. She suggested sharing one as we would eat lunch with her friend in about an hour, but seeing how good they looked I denied. 10 minutes later, after ingesting what seemed to be about 5 pounds of potatoes, falafel, tortilla, and mixed vegetables, I thought I might pass out and explode at the same time… it was excellent though. We headed to Potemkin’s steps, one of the most famous sites in Odessa (which is famed for its port, red-light district, and its nightlife) and then headed to meet Megan’s friend.
That night we were able to get tickets to another soccer game between Odessa and a different Donetsk team. The Donetsk team was supposedly much better, but Odessa played well, and with it also being the last game at the stadium before it was rebuilt, the fans got a little carried away and started ripping chairs off the benches and setting flares on fire (it felt like a real European soccer game at this point) and when Odessa won 2-1, almost the entire stadium flooded the field and started having a party! Very cool.
Saturday morning we jumped on a bus to go to a volunteer’s site who lives about 2 hours away from Odessa, but we had to take one bus, and then a taxi to get to her very, very isolated site. It was really cool pulling up in the taxi after driving through farmland and seeing a bunch of our friends chopping wood, cooking in the summer kitchen, and just hanging out. The rest of the afternoon we chopped wood for the girl’s two fireplaces, helped begin the Thanksgiving feast, and just catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while. We eventually headed out to play some American football on the remains of a soccer field, and we took care to miss the cow pies and not hit the geese that were waddling nearby. As there were only 8 people playing, we were soon exhausted and ready to head back and get ready for dinner.
The feast was begun around 7 pm, and consisted of a turkey (donated by the next door neighbors and killed the day before) cranberries, mashed potatoes, amazing stuffing created from mixes sent from America, gravy, delicious pumpkin bread, and I’m sure a few more things I am currently forgetting. For having limited means to buy American goods, it was a truly amazing dinner. I think the highlight of it was when we all went around (including the host’s next door Ukrainian neighbors,) and said what we were thankful for. It showed me how important family traditions are, how proud we all were to be Americans, and how close you can become to your ‘Peace Corps family.’
The night was spent playing some hotly contested charades between the men and women… lots of fun!
Megan and I got up the next day and with a few others started to head back to Odessa to catch our train around 3pm. At about 10:45 Megan had called a cab, and after a while a old-looking car pulled up and said he was our taxi-driver. The guy was a little crazy and it was a little unnerving when he would turn around to talk to us in the back seat. We arrived at the town were we needed to catch a bus with no problems, but then sat there for an hour due to few buses on Sundays. We were a little worried that we might miss our train, but after our 2 hour ride back to Odessa (passing through Moldova for about 10 minutes) we arrived with an hour to spare, at the wrong bus station….
We had been told this might happen so weren’t too nervous, but jumped on a bus that got us to the train station with 20 minutes left. I headed to buy a bunch of waters and Megan went to get us some food for the 17 hour train ride back (why it slower on the way back, I don’t know…) We were able to play a lot of cribbage (a game Megan has excelled at and now beats me regularly) and gin rummy. Arrived in Donetsk this morning and hopped on yet another bus back to Lugansk.
With about 46 hours travel time to and from, it was still a wonderful Thanksgiving, and definitely won’t forget it! Hope your holiday weekends were as memorable! Miss you all.
With love,
Seth
p.s. will try to add photos soon
The trip started off with a 2 ½ hour bus ride from Lugansk to Donetsk on Wednesday the 26th of November, through the pouring rain. This was an inauspicious start, seeing as I was headed to my first ever Champions League soccer game between Shakteur Donetsk (Ukraine) and FC Basil (Switzerland.) I rolled into Donetsk just as the rain was finishing… there I met up with Megan and we headed into the city to meet up with some other volunteers who live in or around Donetsk. We had some dinner, and at 9:45 were walking through the gates of the Donetsk soccer stadium. Probably most of you don’t know this, but going to a Champions League game has been on my top 10 list of things to do in my life for about 5 years, so this was a big deal for me… the stadium was only 1/3 full, due to both teams being towards the bottom of the rankings and the weather beings o miserable. But, over the 90 minute game, with the temperature hovering around 35 degrees, rain for only 10 minutes, and 5 goals scored… all by Donetsk Shakteur, the team I was supporting. It was a blowout, but even more fun because due to a misunderstanding by the person buying the tickets, we were supposed to sit in the first row but got to sit only 5 rows up, high enough to see everything but low enough to hear the players talking too.
Thursday morning was spent walking around Donetsk, as I had never been there before. Its about Ukraine’s 5th largest city, so even though the weather was a little chilly, it was fun to walk through the parks and eat some good, greasy burgers at a local fast food-chain. At 5pm Megan and I jumped on a train to begin our 16 hour journey down to Odessa, Ukraine’s largest port on the Black Sea. Again, I had never been there and I was very excited.
We entered the beautiful Odessa train station at around 9am and set out to try to find an apartment, because we were going to spend the night with one of Megan’s friends and her brother and dad. Finding an apartment in Ukraine is often much different than anywhere else I have ever been. There is the option of booking on-line in many cities, but the much more popular approach is to immediately be set upon by about 5 babushkas (older women/grandmothers) asking if you need an apartment, how big, how much you want to pay, etc. Now, I am definitely used to new experiences, but I was extremely thankful Megan was with me (as my sister so gracefully put it when on the phone with me, “She sounds smart…” and yes, she is, her Russian is excellent) to take over the entire negotiations. After the first failed attempt when we set out with a woman only to find 5 minutes later that the apartment wasn’t ready after all, we met up with some other volunteers who were waiting at a bus stop to head to the tiny village where Megan and I would head the next day for Thanksgiving dinner. We (as in Megan) eventually found an apartment that was big enough for a very good price, and after a quick shower we headed out to explore the sights, and to fix Megan’s Falafel needs. She suggested sharing one as we would eat lunch with her friend in about an hour, but seeing how good they looked I denied. 10 minutes later, after ingesting what seemed to be about 5 pounds of potatoes, falafel, tortilla, and mixed vegetables, I thought I might pass out and explode at the same time… it was excellent though. We headed to Potemkin’s steps, one of the most famous sites in Odessa (which is famed for its port, red-light district, and its nightlife) and then headed to meet Megan’s friend.
That night we were able to get tickets to another soccer game between Odessa and a different Donetsk team. The Donetsk team was supposedly much better, but Odessa played well, and with it also being the last game at the stadium before it was rebuilt, the fans got a little carried away and started ripping chairs off the benches and setting flares on fire (it felt like a real European soccer game at this point) and when Odessa won 2-1, almost the entire stadium flooded the field and started having a party! Very cool.
Saturday morning we jumped on a bus to go to a volunteer’s site who lives about 2 hours away from Odessa, but we had to take one bus, and then a taxi to get to her very, very isolated site. It was really cool pulling up in the taxi after driving through farmland and seeing a bunch of our friends chopping wood, cooking in the summer kitchen, and just hanging out. The rest of the afternoon we chopped wood for the girl’s two fireplaces, helped begin the Thanksgiving feast, and just catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while. We eventually headed out to play some American football on the remains of a soccer field, and we took care to miss the cow pies and not hit the geese that were waddling nearby. As there were only 8 people playing, we were soon exhausted and ready to head back and get ready for dinner.
The feast was begun around 7 pm, and consisted of a turkey (donated by the next door neighbors and killed the day before) cranberries, mashed potatoes, amazing stuffing created from mixes sent from America, gravy, delicious pumpkin bread, and I’m sure a few more things I am currently forgetting. For having limited means to buy American goods, it was a truly amazing dinner. I think the highlight of it was when we all went around (including the host’s next door Ukrainian neighbors,) and said what we were thankful for. It showed me how important family traditions are, how proud we all were to be Americans, and how close you can become to your ‘Peace Corps family.’
The night was spent playing some hotly contested charades between the men and women… lots of fun!
Megan and I got up the next day and with a few others started to head back to Odessa to catch our train around 3pm. At about 10:45 Megan had called a cab, and after a while a old-looking car pulled up and said he was our taxi-driver. The guy was a little crazy and it was a little unnerving when he would turn around to talk to us in the back seat. We arrived at the town were we needed to catch a bus with no problems, but then sat there for an hour due to few buses on Sundays. We were a little worried that we might miss our train, but after our 2 hour ride back to Odessa (passing through Moldova for about 10 minutes) we arrived with an hour to spare, at the wrong bus station….
We had been told this might happen so weren’t too nervous, but jumped on a bus that got us to the train station with 20 minutes left. I headed to buy a bunch of waters and Megan went to get us some food for the 17 hour train ride back (why it slower on the way back, I don’t know…) We were able to play a lot of cribbage (a game Megan has excelled at and now beats me regularly) and gin rummy. Arrived in Donetsk this morning and hopped on yet another bus back to Lugansk.
With about 46 hours travel time to and from, it was still a wonderful Thanksgiving, and definitely won’t forget it! Hope your holiday weekends were as memorable! Miss you all.
With love,
Seth
p.s. will try to add photos soon
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Check another country off the list!
Well, I figured I should finally send out some details about my last two weeks, sorry it has taken so long!
So, it’s a little strange writing a note on November 4th, and not being in America right now. All I can think of is when I wake up tomorrow, America could be an entirely new and different place to be from, or… it could be exactly as it was for the last 8 years. Exciting, and scary at the same time.
Anyways, on the 18th of October I took off for Turkey for a week long trip to meet up with my parents and my friend Bjorn Betzler from Duluth.(yup, that's right, another country off the list, and another chance to get out of Ukraine for a bit) You can see his blog on my list of links to the right and down a bit on my page.
I arrived in the afternoon, and set out to find my things and wait for Bjorn was supposed to be coming in shortly after me, but… as fait usually works out, I kept staring at the computer screen for incoming flights as the minutes delayed message kept flashing next to his flight from Casablanca… 20 minutes, 40 minutes... arrived… still waiting. Finally saw him in line, and we just kept laughing to ourselves thinking how cool it was that two guys from a smallish city in Northern Minnesota would be living in two completely different countries halfway round the world, and meeting up in Istanbul, Turkey.
I have to say that I didn’t do a lot of research for the trip, so didn’t have a lot of expectations about what Istanbul or Turkey in general would be like, other than I knew that I would be going into Asia for the first time in 9 years. I was pretty excited.
We jumped on the wonderfully easy public transportation, and after a few wrong turns, and a guy randomly asking, “are you lost,” “sort of” came our reply “are you guys from Minnesota?” he then asked. WEIRD, we eventually made it to the hotel. Since Bjorn had been out of civilization for the past year, we needed to get him some good kebabs and a beer, so we headed out on the street. We got a little lost again, but eventually made it back that evening to meet up with my parents. Even though I have seen them more than 3 times since I’ve been in Peace Corps, it was great to see them again.
Sunday was spent on an awesome ferry ride up the Bosporus Straight to the beginning of the Black Sea. The weather was beautiful (a little windy) but great to see both sides of Istanbul. Incredibly huge, over 15 million people!
Monday, we headed to the Asian side of Istanbul to buy some bus tickets for our 10 hour bus ride on Tuesday down the eastern coast of the Aegean, and also were able to get our hair cute/great shaves all at the same time. (Bjorn looked like h had lost 5 years in about 20 minutes, after his beard was shaved off)
Tuesday evening we arrived in the beautiful little town of Celchuk, near the ancient ruins of Effus. Effus is the 2nd largest set of ruins in the world, and the capital of Roman Asia over 2000 years ago.
Celchuk is the site of Peter’s Basilica, where Jesus’ disciple Peter came and built his church and was later buried in. Very cool to see where all of this history actually took place. The city was also only 10 minutes from the Sea, so after a 13 month hiatus, I was able to go swimming in something other than a dirty river. It was great. Friday we took another long bus ride back to Istanbul, and spent Saturday morning doing some last minute gift shopping, walking around the beautiful spice bazaar, and eating some more great food before we all needed to head our different ways.It was great to travel with my parents, and was awesome to spend a week with Bjorn as well. The food was delicious and the people were always friendly and willing to help. I would definitely recommend Turkey for your next trip.
Sorry this was so scrambled, but a lot went on, but also don’t want to bore you. Will try to be a little more frequent with my ramblings!! As always, miss you, and always great to hear from you!
-Seth
Monday, September 29, 2008
little battles
Seth, 5-Rat, 1
I hope… I recently had a small run in with a rat in my kitchen, hall-way, bathroom… it started off as a fairly calm Tuesday night, and then I heard it; a small rustle was coming from my kitchen, my cupboard to be more specific. So I walked over to it, opened it up, and to my surprise what should jump out, a RAT. I was angry, and disgusted, and afraid of getting bit on the toe (why the toe, I’m not sure, but it was a real fear at the time) yet I had to get the dang thing out of my kitchen so I spent about 20 minutes chasing it around my kitchen with a broom. I had it cornered in my hall-way and the rascally thing snuck under a closed door, into my kitchen and then, just disappeared!! I gave it at least one point because it had ended up eating some of my rice, which is very expensive these days.
I kept seeing it the rest of the night but whenever I would chase it back into the kitchen it would disappear again. I thought I knew where, so I emptied my ENTIRE cupboard the next morning, AND… no rat. Or hole, or any thing to make me thing it could have gotten in there. So I thought it might be in the back of my fridge, but wasn’t sure how to go about digging through the back of a 20 year old fridge, so I asked my counterpart what we should do. She said they would call a company, and then told me that the school and the company had a falling out, so we should just go buy rat poison in the market. As I stood there buying 3 little packets of rat poison I had to be sure to understand, “DON’T TOUCH THIS WITH YOUR HANDS, EVER!!!!” that made me feel really reassured. So, using a plastic bag I was carefully to place one of the packets behind my fridge, and after 24 hours there was no sign of a live, or a dead rat….
So, enough about disgusting creatures. On Thursday evening I was lucky enough to jump on a train and head to the center of Ukraine for a semi-annual softball tournament hosted by other Peace Corps Volunteers. After a 15 hour train ride myself and another volunteer arrived in Krivvy Rig, which is supposed to be the longest city in Ukraine, somehow being about 40 miles long… or so I’ve been told. We then hopped on a marshutka (big bus/taxi) to the bus station, where we took an express bus to Kirvograd where the tournament was, and then another marshutka to a volunteer’s apartment. I was 3/3 that day on attempting to be understood speaking Russian, so I was very happy with my efforts.
Friday night was spent playing kickball and going to the center of the city to have some delicious beer and some very satisfying beers. Early Saturday morning we all met up at a REAL baseball stadium (I didn’t know they even existed here, but I guess Ukraine even has a baseball league) to play 3 games each. There were 3 American teams (all peace corps volunteers) and 1 Ukrainian team.
The Americans were split up pretty evenly, but my team had some rough spots so we ended up losing 2 games and winning 1 on Saturday. It was fun attempting to peace in a softball game, because honestly I have no control over how I pitch, so there was some good-natured joking about my pitching skills. Saturday afternoon was spent sleeping, eating more pizza and drinking more beer. Saturday night almost all 50 volunteers ended up going to a club, and it was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in Ukraine. It was cool to be at a place where you don’t have to worry about making a fool of yourself, cause everyone is making a fool of themselves, and there was some good music to.
Early Sunday morning we headed back to the stadium to play the championship game, just a best out of 3 tournament between the ‘all-stars’ of the American team (whoever wanted to play just subbed in and out) and the Ukrainian team from the day before. We had played poorly against this team on Saturday and none of us wanted to lose at our national sport so there was a bit of pressure, especially when the 2nd play of the game I threw the ball from 3rd base way past 1st base for a wonderful error. Luckily we had some good hitters on our team so the 1st game we won 10-6 and the 2nd 15-2. (softball is really only about making good catches and not throwing the ball away, but one Ukrainian did hit a home-run)
After the game we headed to an orphanage close by to play with the kids for a bit. They put on a bit of a show for us, and it was really cute watching 5 year olds do gymnastics wearing hand-me down Dallas cowboy sweatshirts.
I was able to buy someone’s ticket for a Sunday night train, and took a train to Donetsk where I jumped on a bus to Lugansk. Difficult place to get to, but a great weekend. Now its back to teaching, and in a couple of weeks, Turkey!
Hope things are great wherever you are!!
I hope… I recently had a small run in with a rat in my kitchen, hall-way, bathroom… it started off as a fairly calm Tuesday night, and then I heard it; a small rustle was coming from my kitchen, my cupboard to be more specific. So I walked over to it, opened it up, and to my surprise what should jump out, a RAT. I was angry, and disgusted, and afraid of getting bit on the toe (why the toe, I’m not sure, but it was a real fear at the time) yet I had to get the dang thing out of my kitchen so I spent about 20 minutes chasing it around my kitchen with a broom. I had it cornered in my hall-way and the rascally thing snuck under a closed door, into my kitchen and then, just disappeared!! I gave it at least one point because it had ended up eating some of my rice, which is very expensive these days.
I kept seeing it the rest of the night but whenever I would chase it back into the kitchen it would disappear again. I thought I knew where, so I emptied my ENTIRE cupboard the next morning, AND… no rat. Or hole, or any thing to make me thing it could have gotten in there. So I thought it might be in the back of my fridge, but wasn’t sure how to go about digging through the back of a 20 year old fridge, so I asked my counterpart what we should do. She said they would call a company, and then told me that the school and the company had a falling out, so we should just go buy rat poison in the market. As I stood there buying 3 little packets of rat poison I had to be sure to understand, “DON’T TOUCH THIS WITH YOUR HANDS, EVER!!!!” that made me feel really reassured. So, using a plastic bag I was carefully to place one of the packets behind my fridge, and after 24 hours there was no sign of a live, or a dead rat….
So, enough about disgusting creatures. On Thursday evening I was lucky enough to jump on a train and head to the center of Ukraine for a semi-annual softball tournament hosted by other Peace Corps Volunteers. After a 15 hour train ride myself and another volunteer arrived in Krivvy Rig, which is supposed to be the longest city in Ukraine, somehow being about 40 miles long… or so I’ve been told. We then hopped on a marshutka (big bus/taxi) to the bus station, where we took an express bus to Kirvograd where the tournament was, and then another marshutka to a volunteer’s apartment. I was 3/3 that day on attempting to be understood speaking Russian, so I was very happy with my efforts.
Friday night was spent playing kickball and going to the center of the city to have some delicious beer and some very satisfying beers. Early Saturday morning we all met up at a REAL baseball stadium (I didn’t know they even existed here, but I guess Ukraine even has a baseball league) to play 3 games each. There were 3 American teams (all peace corps volunteers) and 1 Ukrainian team.
The Americans were split up pretty evenly, but my team had some rough spots so we ended up losing 2 games and winning 1 on Saturday. It was fun attempting to peace in a softball game, because honestly I have no control over how I pitch, so there was some good-natured joking about my pitching skills. Saturday afternoon was spent sleeping, eating more pizza and drinking more beer. Saturday night almost all 50 volunteers ended up going to a club, and it was one of the most fun nights I’ve had in Ukraine. It was cool to be at a place where you don’t have to worry about making a fool of yourself, cause everyone is making a fool of themselves, and there was some good music to.
Early Sunday morning we headed back to the stadium to play the championship game, just a best out of 3 tournament between the ‘all-stars’ of the American team (whoever wanted to play just subbed in and out) and the Ukrainian team from the day before. We had played poorly against this team on Saturday and none of us wanted to lose at our national sport so there was a bit of pressure, especially when the 2nd play of the game I threw the ball from 3rd base way past 1st base for a wonderful error. Luckily we had some good hitters on our team so the 1st game we won 10-6 and the 2nd 15-2. (softball is really only about making good catches and not throwing the ball away, but one Ukrainian did hit a home-run)
After the game we headed to an orphanage close by to play with the kids for a bit. They put on a bit of a show for us, and it was really cute watching 5 year olds do gymnastics wearing hand-me down Dallas cowboy sweatshirts.
I was able to buy someone’s ticket for a Sunday night train, and took a train to Donetsk where I jumped on a bus to Lugansk. Difficult place to get to, but a great weekend. Now its back to teaching, and in a couple of weeks, Turkey!
Hope things are great wherever you are!!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
time flies by
September 21, 2008
11 ½ months down, 15 to go! Very rarely do I think about how much time I have left, other than when people ask me how long I will be in Ukraine, but as my 1 year ‘anniversary’ in Ukraine approaches, its very strange to sit back and think about what I have been up to.
The new school year started 3 weeks ago, and while there have been the usual bumps in the road; no idea what my schedule is, students who think they are to cool for school, different English skill levels, it has been a pretty good beginning. During the past 3 weeks I have also been able to go to Kyiv for and Environmental Working group I am part of, which basically just tries to spread environmental education across Ukraine.
Also, there have been some big celebrations in Lugansk. Ukrainian independence day was on the 24th of August, and then Miner’s Day the 29th of August, and then Lugansk Day, the 19-21st of September. All of those basically consist of lots of speeches, parades, and then on Friday/Saturday night a big concert in the central square (with a background of the Russian theatre and ‘Uncle Lenin’ watching over in the back. I have been able to see 2 fairly big names of Ukrainian pop culture, Tina Karol and Verka Serduchka. Tina Karol is just another good looking pop diva, while Verka Serduchka is a man, who dresses like a woman, with fake breasts, make-up, and giant star on top of his head. Its kind of funny when people refer to him as him, her, it. For a country that is extremely homophobic, they love this singer.
I was able to go and watch Serduchka’s concert last night with a couple of my students, so it was interesting to see them outside of the classroom. Next week I will be going to another volunteer’s site for big softball tournament, so that should be fun.
Nothing huge to report, but I love hearing from all of you. Take care!
With love,
Seth
11 ½ months down, 15 to go! Very rarely do I think about how much time I have left, other than when people ask me how long I will be in Ukraine, but as my 1 year ‘anniversary’ in Ukraine approaches, its very strange to sit back and think about what I have been up to.
The new school year started 3 weeks ago, and while there have been the usual bumps in the road; no idea what my schedule is, students who think they are to cool for school, different English skill levels, it has been a pretty good beginning. During the past 3 weeks I have also been able to go to Kyiv for and Environmental Working group I am part of, which basically just tries to spread environmental education across Ukraine.
Also, there have been some big celebrations in Lugansk. Ukrainian independence day was on the 24th of August, and then Miner’s Day the 29th of August, and then Lugansk Day, the 19-21st of September. All of those basically consist of lots of speeches, parades, and then on Friday/Saturday night a big concert in the central square (with a background of the Russian theatre and ‘Uncle Lenin’ watching over in the back. I have been able to see 2 fairly big names of Ukrainian pop culture, Tina Karol and Verka Serduchka. Tina Karol is just another good looking pop diva, while Verka Serduchka is a man, who dresses like a woman, with fake breasts, make-up, and giant star on top of his head. Its kind of funny when people refer to him as him, her, it. For a country that is extremely homophobic, they love this singer.
I was able to go and watch Serduchka’s concert last night with a couple of my students, so it was interesting to see them outside of the classroom. Next week I will be going to another volunteer’s site for big softball tournament, so that should be fun.
Nothing huge to report, but I love hearing from all of you. Take care!
With love,
Seth
Monday, August 18, 2008
RussIAN strikes again
Yes, another enthralling tale of how Seth’s attempts to understand the world around him is thwarted by his worst enemy… RUSSIAN.
The story starts off safely enough; 10 days ago I got on a bus to a city about 4 hours north of here for a 5 day English/Leadership camp that another Peace Corps Volunteer was leading. This was the 4th session of this camp that he had run, and he did a great job getting funding and getting kids to come. The past week it has been the hottest weather yet, so luckily there was a big, ‘clean’ river in the city, so Sunday I spent most of the day throwing a football around in the water with other volunteers. The camp started on Monday, and there were about 20 students ages 13-22. There were 12 volunteers, so I only had to teach 4 classes the entire week. (I taught American Tall Tales- Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed) the rest of the time was spent playing volleyball and singing songs with the kids.
Wednesday our group was lucky enough to go to a Russian “Banya” (banya means bathroom in Russian.) I had thought that a Sauna (which they also have here) and a banya were the same thing, but boy was I wrong. You go into a small room two at a time, and its HOT, much hotter than I have ever felt a sauna to be (when I first went in, it was 120degrees Celsius! You get in there and you lie down on a board, and then someone (a friend or the guys who run the place) proceed to ‘whip’ you with birch branches. This causes the air around you to get even hotter, and sweat even more! When you can’t take any more you go outside and jump in a very cold pool of water, which causes a person (well, me in particular) to get very dizzy. You only do this about two times, and then of course… the food comes out. Their was salad, potatoes, bread, AND samaghon (a special Ukrainian moonshine, that has quite a kick to it.) It was a wonderful way to spend time after the camp.
Well, as I told some of you, I was supposed to go straight from this camp to another camp where I would be working in a national park, helping clean it up. I found out last Monday that it was cancelled because the park director brought to the news evidence that the government was using it for unauthorized purposes, so it was a big scandal. It was switched to another location, but my friend who was going to come with and I didn’t find out till Thursday so we decided not to go.
This meant that I had some free time before I had to go home, so on Friday I jumped on another bus for Harkov (biggest city in the east of Ukraine) to meet my friend Zach, then took a bus to his village which is right on the Russian border. His place is much different than mine, so it was fun to hang out there for a day.
One sad piece of news, on the way to his site my phone seems to have slipped out of my pocket, with all of my numbers, so I had to buy a new one on Saturday.
My new number is
(380) this is the country code 938270978
Whole number 380938270978
So now the real tale begins…
One of our friends who used to be in Peace Corps had been working in Harkov as an English teacher but is heading back to the U.S. in two weeks, so I knew this would be the last time I would get to hang out with him. We decided to have a “malchichnik” (a boys night) so about 9pm we headed out to a club that our friend had been to. Now, I have to explain that because he doesn’t work for Peace Corps, our friend makes A LOT more money than Zach and I do, so whenever I hang out with him I know I will spend more than usual. So… the club had a cover charge of 40 griven (only 8$, but that will get me a good dinner in Lugansk) Once we got in, we decided to order some drinks and snacks. Because it was a club, things are of course over-priced, so the cheapest thing was a bottle of vodka. I normally don’t drink vodka, but I thought what the heck. So we ordered juice, bread, and an assorted cheese platter. It was very funny for the waitress to take our order because our friend knows some Ukrainian, Zach and I know some Russian, and there was another American there who knows neither.
We just talked, drank a little, and ate. So, we finished our cheese, and our friend Adam said, we should get the fruit platter. We were all like “okay, that sounds good,” since all of the afore-mentioned food had only been 100 griven together. So about 5 minutes later the waitress brings some more bread and a platter of lemon slices with sugar. We all kind of looked at it, and were like “this is it?”
We asked the waitress and she said, “oh, no, your platter will be out shortly.” She then preceded to clear off a large portion of the table, and I though to myself, “this is ominous.”
The waitress appeared again… with the largest platter of fruit I have ever seen. It had pineapple wedges, pear slices, grapes, bananas, apples, grapefruit, and of course, kiwi. We all just looked at each other, and went, “dang, she must have thought we were rich Americans or something,” and begin to curse our lack of truly understanding any conversation in Ukraine. The check came out, and the damage was done, 250griven for a fruit platter, luckily split 4 ways, but still… I normally spend 75 griven every 4 days on food in Lugansk.
It was a good night though, and as I fell asleep at 3 am last night, I went dang, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten a bus ticket for 6:30 the next morning. I woke up today at 5:30, cursing myself for eating so much citrus fruit, sat on the bus for 8 hours, and now am back in lovely Lugansk!
Always great to hear from you all!
Miss you,
Seth
The story starts off safely enough; 10 days ago I got on a bus to a city about 4 hours north of here for a 5 day English/Leadership camp that another Peace Corps Volunteer was leading. This was the 4th session of this camp that he had run, and he did a great job getting funding and getting kids to come. The past week it has been the hottest weather yet, so luckily there was a big, ‘clean’ river in the city, so Sunday I spent most of the day throwing a football around in the water with other volunteers. The camp started on Monday, and there were about 20 students ages 13-22. There were 12 volunteers, so I only had to teach 4 classes the entire week. (I taught American Tall Tales- Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed) the rest of the time was spent playing volleyball and singing songs with the kids.
Wednesday our group was lucky enough to go to a Russian “Banya” (banya means bathroom in Russian.) I had thought that a Sauna (which they also have here) and a banya were the same thing, but boy was I wrong. You go into a small room two at a time, and its HOT, much hotter than I have ever felt a sauna to be (when I first went in, it was 120degrees Celsius! You get in there and you lie down on a board, and then someone (a friend or the guys who run the place) proceed to ‘whip’ you with birch branches. This causes the air around you to get even hotter, and sweat even more! When you can’t take any more you go outside and jump in a very cold pool of water, which causes a person (well, me in particular) to get very dizzy. You only do this about two times, and then of course… the food comes out. Their was salad, potatoes, bread, AND samaghon (a special Ukrainian moonshine, that has quite a kick to it.) It was a wonderful way to spend time after the camp.
Well, as I told some of you, I was supposed to go straight from this camp to another camp where I would be working in a national park, helping clean it up. I found out last Monday that it was cancelled because the park director brought to the news evidence that the government was using it for unauthorized purposes, so it was a big scandal. It was switched to another location, but my friend who was going to come with and I didn’t find out till Thursday so we decided not to go.
This meant that I had some free time before I had to go home, so on Friday I jumped on another bus for Harkov (biggest city in the east of Ukraine) to meet my friend Zach, then took a bus to his village which is right on the Russian border. His place is much different than mine, so it was fun to hang out there for a day.
One sad piece of news, on the way to his site my phone seems to have slipped out of my pocket, with all of my numbers, so I had to buy a new one on Saturday.
My new number is
(380) this is the country code 938270978
Whole number 380938270978
So now the real tale begins…
One of our friends who used to be in Peace Corps had been working in Harkov as an English teacher but is heading back to the U.S. in two weeks, so I knew this would be the last time I would get to hang out with him. We decided to have a “malchichnik” (a boys night) so about 9pm we headed out to a club that our friend had been to. Now, I have to explain that because he doesn’t work for Peace Corps, our friend makes A LOT more money than Zach and I do, so whenever I hang out with him I know I will spend more than usual. So… the club had a cover charge of 40 griven (only 8$, but that will get me a good dinner in Lugansk) Once we got in, we decided to order some drinks and snacks. Because it was a club, things are of course over-priced, so the cheapest thing was a bottle of vodka. I normally don’t drink vodka, but I thought what the heck. So we ordered juice, bread, and an assorted cheese platter. It was very funny for the waitress to take our order because our friend knows some Ukrainian, Zach and I know some Russian, and there was another American there who knows neither.
We just talked, drank a little, and ate. So, we finished our cheese, and our friend Adam said, we should get the fruit platter. We were all like “okay, that sounds good,” since all of the afore-mentioned food had only been 100 griven together. So about 5 minutes later the waitress brings some more bread and a platter of lemon slices with sugar. We all kind of looked at it, and were like “this is it?”
We asked the waitress and she said, “oh, no, your platter will be out shortly.” She then preceded to clear off a large portion of the table, and I though to myself, “this is ominous.”
The waitress appeared again… with the largest platter of fruit I have ever seen. It had pineapple wedges, pear slices, grapes, bananas, apples, grapefruit, and of course, kiwi. We all just looked at each other, and went, “dang, she must have thought we were rich Americans or something,” and begin to curse our lack of truly understanding any conversation in Ukraine. The check came out, and the damage was done, 250griven for a fruit platter, luckily split 4 ways, but still… I normally spend 75 griven every 4 days on food in Lugansk.
It was a good night though, and as I fell asleep at 3 am last night, I went dang, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten a bus ticket for 6:30 the next morning. I woke up today at 5:30, cursing myself for eating so much citrus fruit, sat on the bus for 8 hours, and now am back in lovely Lugansk!
Always great to hear from you all!
Miss you,
Seth
Sunday, July 27, 2008
It's the little things
So, summer is more than half-way over, and I want to rewind back to October of 2007, 2 weeks after I arrived in Ukraine. One of the firs things Peace Corps Ukraine (and probably Peace Corps anywhere) tills trainees is that you will have your up days/weeks/months/ and your down days/weeks/months. What you hope is that your ups are for longer and more frequently than your downs.
After almost 10 months in a country, that while it has many similarities to America, is still very, very different, I look back on that big piece of knowledge. I can agree, you will have times that work and your language is going great, and times that your week pretty much stinks and you can’t understand a word someone is trying to tell you…
But isn’t that life in general? There will be ups, downs, backs, forwards, times you understand your work and the people around you, and times that things just don’t make any sense.
My point… today, today is an up day. Why? That’s a little harder to explain. The weekend started like many others. I went out to a nice sushi place with a new volunteer and his host sisters. Saturday was spent reading and ‘studying’ new words of the GRE. When plans with some American University teachers fell through, Brian (from Lugansk) Adam from a town near-by, and Jeffrey from the Crimea came over to just, hang out. And it was great. So I wake up on a lazy, and I mean lazy, Sunday morning. Rain is slowly making its way down under a dark grey sky. Adam has spent the night and I ask him, any plans, “nope, another great day in Ukraine.” So why have our Nesquick Chocolaty Pebbles (yes, they do have that here) and just watched some classic American tv dubbed over in Russian. 1pm rolls around. “you hungry” Adam asks. “Sure, lets get some Shaurma.” (excellent, greasy food) So we headed downtown, got our delicious meal, and then headed to the library where I putted around, briefly reading “The GRE for Dummies.” Got some movies and headed on home. About 5 pm the rain started coming down a little harder. Popped in the North Country, though it might remind me of home…
Excellent movie, kind of depressing. Realizing that it was going to be day of no productivity what-so-ever, I popped in Pocahontas right after… don’t ask. By that point it was 11ish, and I could hear the rain really coming down, and see brief flashes of lighting. “Sweet, a storm is coming in.” So I made a pot of tea, opened up my window in my kitchen, looked out over my big parking-lot across the street, and watched the best storm I’ve seen here roll in. A bold about every 30 seconds. Sipping on my Celestial Seasonings, felling the mist blow through my window, listening to the thunder rumble its way across my valley, I thought “this ain’t so bad” (and yes, these days I think in non-grammatical English.) Reading a recent Sam Cook article about a trip to the Quetico, it helped me realize something. We all need time to connect with ourselves, time to realize who we are as people and what we stand for. Be it looking out at a beautiful moon over a still lake in Canada, or watching a storm roll over a dirty neighborhood in Ukraine, make sure you have that time to remind yourself what is important.
Miss you all! Love, Seth
P.S.
To really put a kicker on it, as I was typing this, the closest bolt yet hit and set off all of the car alarms and dogs in the area. Pretty good.
After almost 10 months in a country, that while it has many similarities to America, is still very, very different, I look back on that big piece of knowledge. I can agree, you will have times that work and your language is going great, and times that your week pretty much stinks and you can’t understand a word someone is trying to tell you…
But isn’t that life in general? There will be ups, downs, backs, forwards, times you understand your work and the people around you, and times that things just don’t make any sense.
My point… today, today is an up day. Why? That’s a little harder to explain. The weekend started like many others. I went out to a nice sushi place with a new volunteer and his host sisters. Saturday was spent reading and ‘studying’ new words of the GRE. When plans with some American University teachers fell through, Brian (from Lugansk) Adam from a town near-by, and Jeffrey from the Crimea came over to just, hang out. And it was great. So I wake up on a lazy, and I mean lazy, Sunday morning. Rain is slowly making its way down under a dark grey sky. Adam has spent the night and I ask him, any plans, “nope, another great day in Ukraine.” So why have our Nesquick Chocolaty Pebbles (yes, they do have that here) and just watched some classic American tv dubbed over in Russian. 1pm rolls around. “you hungry” Adam asks. “Sure, lets get some Shaurma.” (excellent, greasy food) So we headed downtown, got our delicious meal, and then headed to the library where I putted around, briefly reading “The GRE for Dummies.” Got some movies and headed on home. About 5 pm the rain started coming down a little harder. Popped in the North Country, though it might remind me of home…
Excellent movie, kind of depressing. Realizing that it was going to be day of no productivity what-so-ever, I popped in Pocahontas right after… don’t ask. By that point it was 11ish, and I could hear the rain really coming down, and see brief flashes of lighting. “Sweet, a storm is coming in.” So I made a pot of tea, opened up my window in my kitchen, looked out over my big parking-lot across the street, and watched the best storm I’ve seen here roll in. A bold about every 30 seconds. Sipping on my Celestial Seasonings, felling the mist blow through my window, listening to the thunder rumble its way across my valley, I thought “this ain’t so bad” (and yes, these days I think in non-grammatical English.) Reading a recent Sam Cook article about a trip to the Quetico, it helped me realize something. We all need time to connect with ourselves, time to realize who we are as people and what we stand for. Be it looking out at a beautiful moon over a still lake in Canada, or watching a storm roll over a dirty neighborhood in Ukraine, make sure you have that time to remind yourself what is important.
Miss you all! Love, Seth
P.S.
To really put a kicker on it, as I was typing this, the closest bolt yet hit and set off all of the car alarms and dogs in the area. Pretty good.
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