I am finally sitting down to write about my new life. Unfortunately, I do not have a camera, so photos will have to follow once friends share some with me and once I acquire a camera.
As many know, I became quite ill in the last couple of days before leaving
Monterey. I don't know if I got the stomach flu that I was exposed to while visiting most of my family during that week or if it was me just being overwhelmed by everything happening. In any case, I received a blessing at church that day and quickly recovered to the point that I could function somewhat. With the help of my Brother and Sister-in-law, I was somehow able to get everything in my suitcases and to the San Francisco airport on time.
My 24 hours of flying and traveling were mostly without incident. The one incident that I will recount occurred when I arrived in the airport in Baku. I hadn't slept much until the flight from Istanbul to Baku, so I was a little sleepy when I arrived and started through customs at midnight local time. I went through the customs gate quickly and gathered my luggage. I thought I was set to go, but on my way out the door, I apparently had one more set of customs clearance to go through. I had a security guard stop me and say that he needed to scan two items of my luggage. I don't know how he chose the two that he did, but he selected my large red bag and my carry on suitcase that had all of my books and teaching materials. As they went through his scanner, he asked me about the books and what books I had. I went through extensive questioning as he didn't seem to believe that I was here to teach English. He asked about my religious materials that I also had in the suitcase, and continued to hold onto my "Preach My Gospel" book. When he asked whether I had any other religious material, I pulled out a small Book of Mormon and he said he wasn't worried about that one. His questions basically alluded to an unknown problem to me (at that time) that they had recently with some proselyting. It is illegal here. So of course, with a title like "Preach My Gospel," ... In any, case he continued to ask me about this school, because he said he'd never heard about it. Eventually, he asked for my email address because I didn't know my local address or the address of the school. So I received a series of emails that I felt obligated to respond to about such things as I shouldn't have come so early because schools don't start until this week. But I stopped responding once he told me that he would like to keep emailing me to practice his English.
It took me a week to get over my jet lag and much longer to learn most of the names of the people I was introduced to only about 12 hours after arriving when I was barely coherent enough to stand on my feet.
I began to teach the Tuesday after I arrived on September 1st. I am teaching English Content Writing and Editing to students who are just beginning the first Masters of Arts in Diplomacy and International Relations at the Azerbaijan Diplomatic Academy. This group consist of 2/3 Azerbaijani, 2 Mexicans, 2 Czechs, 1 Pakistani, and 2 Kenyans. I've been involved in the revamping of the English portion of another program that the Academy has, which is the Advanced Foreign Service Program for people who already work in the various ministries. In the meantime, it was announced that we will begin a Bachelor's program next year at the same time our main campus is supposed to be completed. Their current idea is to begin the first year as entirely intensive English. Therefore, we will begin to come up with the curriculum for that first year. I will probably enlist the
MIIS Curriculum Design class to help with at least a portion of that curriculum as my former Professor, Peter Shaw, kept indicating that he would love to have the students help with any curriculum that we would need. I knew that I would be doing much more than teaching, and that is proving to be true.
Now for those who would like to know about my life here. I'll begin by explaining that I arrived toward the beginning of the Holy month of
Ramazan (Ramadan). For those who don't know, many of the more religious Muslims fast during the day and eat at Sunset. I say "many" because most here are Muslim, but they aren't necessarily the strictest or the most religious. Some fast some days, but not everyday and some don't fast at all. I haven't found one who fasts everyday yet. Of course, there are some things about women, that doesn't allow them to fast everyday of the month. But I won't go into that, as I feel that it is very sad that the adversary makes it out to be a bad thing to be a woman, because at certain times they are not pure and cannot fast. Anyway, my point is that I've celebrated many an
Iftar or break-the-fast dinners with the ADA staff. This meal that I've shared with many of them is a feast. I feel like I eat so much that it wouldn't matter if I fasted the next day, because I wouldn't need to eat for 24 hours. Not to demean the tradition, because I don't know if I could fast for 28 days straight and only eat dinner every day. The traditional meal as I perceive it, consists of some type of salad without lettuce, various cheeses, bread, some fresh vegetables, often some pickles or not fresh vegetables, a mayonnaise salad (Russian) that reminds me of a Brazilian salad I always ate, another salad that is more like a creamy dill dip, and several other things to start with. Then, there will be several other courses, which could be sac ((
Sodge) meat and vegetables cooked on a pan similar to a wok), kebab (many meats cooked without a stick), or
plov (a yellow rice with various things on top like an omelet-like thing, different meats or whatever on top). I have had just a couple of other things, but these tend to be the main things. Then, there is always tea with different types of preserves that they just eat by itself. Sometimes
Halvasi (similar to Baklava) will accompany the tea.
Some are awaiting my accounting of the trip I took last weekend with many of the students based on my comments on
facebook. If only I had something to write on last weekend, I made many observations on this trip which told me a lot about the culture. We traveled by bus to
Sheki (near the Georgian border), which is about 200 miles from Baku. It took us 7 hours to get there and 7 hours to return. One reason for the length of the trek: There is extensive construction unlike anything you have or will see in the U.S. unless perhaps you are 80+ years old. And just as an aside: Driving is insane here. I thought it was scary an insane in Taiwan, but this is much worse. I describe it as improvisation. The few laws I can decipher are red lights and one-way streets and
generally driving on the right side of the road, but even these laws don't always apply when not convenient. I decided from day 1: I will never drive here! I would never survive. In any case, the construction that we drove through was through the "land of desolation." Not a green speck in site. We were driving through brown hills for what seemed like hours on dirt roads that were had potholes the size of large troughs every couple of feet. Needless to say our already scary looking bus had to drive somewhere between 5 and 20 miles an hour the entire construction route. And once on the way and twice on the way back the bus quit during this construction on the way up hills. It would take awhile to get it going again each time. It was a bit worrisome that I might be stuck in the land of desolation without a bush to go behind when nature called or worse, for the entire night.
Once we suddenly drove out of the land of desolation into the green and paved yet still pothole ridden roads, I thought I had woken up in a new land. From the 4 million population city of Baku, to the land of desolation and then to the land of promise. It was suddenly beautiful and got to be more beautiful as we drove closer to the North. (Apparently there are 9 of the 11 types of climates in this tiny country of Azerbaijan.) Other reasons the trek was so long: There is a tradition of stopping at "rest stops" for tea. These randomly placed rest stops that are all different are just on the side of the road and they ranged from all sorts of atmospheres outdoor: from a large table or set of tables that seats about 50 people or a bunch of gazebos in the forest where there are also tree swings and other entertaining attractions and then you sit down and have tea as described above. I can't go on without saying that I was glad for my Taiwan preparation of the holes in the ground used in place of toilets. I was so disappointed to see one again, but glad that I had experienced this previously. And of course, just like Taiwan, it is necessary to always have your own tissues or suffer the consequences. Then, you just hope there is some water to wash your hands and maybe some soap, but if not, there is always hand sanitizer in the purse. Again glad for having already experienced all this in Taiwan ... The biggest problem with stopping for tea is that we would stop for at least an hour.
In any case, the trip was the most adventurous. However,
Sheki, which is along the "Silk Road" was a really nice town to visit and see the palace of the
Sheki Khans, a World War II museum and several other museums and other interesting buildings, including an old Albanian Christian church or temple from the first century in
Kish. For more of your own reading pleasure and to see some pictures that I am not providing, see: http://wikitravel.org/en/Sheki
Other observations on this trip:
There are parks and tea houses everywhere that are full of men playing
Nard, a game similar to or that looks like Backgammon. Women are actually not allowed to enter these parks or tea houses. Actually, I've noticed that I probably see at least 20 men to one woman everywhere I go. I don't know why, but there are always men everywhere in the streets either walking around, or playing on the card table they've set up anywhere including in the middle of the streets in some places.
Everyone honks constantly and similar to the rest of the driving, there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to any of it. I can't figure out what honks mean. I mean even with cows and sheep all along the entire trek to
Sheki on the side of the road or in the road, the bus driver even honked at them. I don't know what good that does. Needless to say that with the road the way it was and the constant honking, there was no way to sleep on that bus.
There will be children and adults all along the side of the road in many places trying to sell hazelnuts, or other nuts or fruit that they have in bags. They would be placed about every fifteen feet each trying to wave down the bus and all cars traveling past to get them to buy these things. Of course, the bus driver honked at them too.
I'll have to recall some of my many other observations from this trip last weekend, which I was able to do as the students basically spoke Azerbaijani to each other except when occasionally they would decide to ask me random questions or the Italian professor who was sitting in the opposite end of the bus as me. Or occasionally, I would have different students switching out/kicking out the current occupant to come and sit by me to chat for awhile. In any case, most of the weekend, I was just an observer and a bit less social than my normal as I can't speak Azerbaijani or Russian. Azerbaijani classes begin soon? They keep telling me "next week," but it is like "tomorrow" that never comes. So we'll see.
More stories to come about my life here in Azerbaijan ...
About Church, missionary opportunities (of sorts), ADA community, my apartment, lunch with the
Azeri Ambassador, etc. Anything else anyone wants to know about, let me know.
From Old to new Baku
Icharishahar (Old City) Double Gate
Ruslan dressed me up for a picture in the rug shop
