I usually don’t like taking photos without some kind of sentient being (human, dog, cat, cow) in the frame, but doing this photo-a-day thing has forced me to consider other things. By “consider other things,” I mean “run outside at the end of the day and take a photo of my apartment block while my camera slowly grinds to a halt in the -30 temperatures.”
Did I tell you that winter finally came? Because it did, it’s here, frozen boogers, every day in every way.
Sometimes I get a little bummed about living in Erdenet, and how neither of us really got to experience much traditional, countryside culture in our time here. But then I remember that this is almost exactly what I expected: When we got our invitation for “Asia/Central Asia,” I immediately imagined us in a cold, mid-sized city, living in an old, concrete Soviet apartment building. And here we are.
A couple of long-term missionaries (she’s American, he’s Swedish) had Ryan and me over for dinner last year. They’ve been living in the district across from ours for more than ten years, and have two little girls. When we arrived, we commented on how delightful their building’s stairwell was – fresh coat of paint, no broken bottles, no urine, minimal penis graffiti, et cetera. Then they said the same stairwell had made a visiting relative of theirs weep. “We told her, ‘Don’t worry, the buildings look a little run-down but the apartments are nice on the inside,'” they said. “But she cried all the way up.”
We have some relatives visiting next month, too! Guys: Please try not to cry when you get here, okay? Thanks.