My Peace Corps Volunteer identification card

Preface

I started my Peace Corps application in July 2001. After meeting with a Peace Corps recruiter, I was told I would be going to Bangladesh, Mongolia, Nepal, or Thailand. I wavered between Mongolia and Nepal.

A couple weeks later, when I came home from work, my invitation letter from the Peace Corps was waiting for me. Nepal it would be. I was excited. I read about Nepal and Hinduism. I started this blog. I still had months before my departure.

I mention this because folks considering coming to Nepal with the Peace Corps were reading about events happening in Nepal at that time I was there and were alarmed about the security situation—from a perspective in the US.

The Peace Corps office in Washington, DC, thought best to quiet those raising alarm. I didn’t raise any alarm. I just wrote about work, life, et cetera, for my friends and family back home.

One final note. Some of the people with whom I worked were extraordinary. Others were, well, less than extraordinary. Peace Corps/Nepal is a wonderful yet flawed organization. Peace Corps volunteers, called PCVs, are amazing and lazy.

Any person familiar with the situation in Nepal circa 2002–2004 should understand that there were no easy answers, no clear questions. Things are built, things are blown up.

So I will dedicate this blog, my experience, to the people who don’t need white SUVs to get things done: the people of Nepal. They are numerous. They are wonderful. They are why this experience, my Peace Corps experience, was the best experience I ever had.