Good Morning, Good Day or Good Evening depending on when you are reading this. It is Sunday morning here in Armenia (Hyastan). I just finished washing most of my laundry (Yes by hand in a large tub) and hanging it out to dry on a line in front of the house. Before I get to the domestic update let me go over the last couple weeks as they have been full.
I flew to Philadelphia on Tuesday the 27th. Flying the day after Memorial Day meant the airport was crazy and crowded. I was a bit over on my bags but they didn’t charge me. It may have been because I told them I was traveling on a government ticket (so I didn’t have to pay for the second bag) and may have given them the idea I was military as I said I was heading out and may have used the word “Deployment”. I did mention Peace Corps a couple times so maybe they were just sympathetic. Anyway I had a boring 5 and a half hour flight to Philly where I then caught a van to my hotel. After getting to the hotel I caught a cab to the Hard Rock and had dinner and got my lighter (I get one every time I go to a Hard Rock). After I got back I met a few of the other volunteers from the West Coast in the bar and we got to know each other. We agreed to meet the next morning and head out to see the monuments.
In the morning Vanessa, Mari, Elizabeth, Sasha and I caught a cab to the historical center of Philadelphia. We walked around a bit seeing some of the buildings then got in line to see the Liberty Bell. It felt kind of surreal and a bit stunning to realize I was seeing the Liberty Bell in Person and I was in the birth place of United States and that we were going off to a distant place to do what we felt was the best way to help people. I won’t get to introspective but I did feel pretty good and may have stood a little taller.
After the Liberty Bell we walked around for a while and then headed back to the hotel about 30 blocks away. Along the way we stopped so Vanessa could buy a camera and then we asked a local for a good place to eat. He recommended a hoagie place nearby and so we headed there and all got Pizza ? It was great pizza!. Then we walked back to the hotel to change and go through registration.
The registration process was simply giving them the forms they had mailed us and verifying the passports were correct. They gave us a sheet with a fun fact about every person in our group (50) and for the next two hours we went around and met each other and figured out who was who on the list. It was a good way to meet everyone and find out at least one thing about them. Toward the end we were just introducing ourselves by our number (I was number 3, a senior International QA Manager at PayPal). We have some really interesting people in our group. Out of the 50, 10 are over 50 years old. A very high percentage for the Peace Corps (average across all countries is 8%). I was really happy to meet the group and get to know some of them. They seem like a great group and as I have gotten to know them better I am more and more impressed.
After a couple hours of meeting and chatting we started out first classes to get us ready to go. It seems like orientation is mainly about teaching you the Peace Corps policies and beating in to our heads that alcohol is bad. They spend a lot of time on alcohol and that drinking is a bad thing. You really get the impression that Peace Corps Volunteers (PCV’s) have had a lot of problems with drinking. Armenia seems especially like a problem because of the culture, but more on that later. We also talk about our fears and anxieties of which there were many. We do a lot of things in teams and skits. It was entertaining as that kind of a session can be. After the session ended we changed and got together in the lobby then split into different groups to head out to dinner. Some went to a place to watch the Hockey Playoffs while others went to the downtown area for some more lively entertainment. A couple groups of us walked a few blocks to an Irish bar and restaurant where we had dinner and a few drinks. Food was good and it was walk able. On the way back I ran into a few other A-16’s (our group, Armenia-16) and they invited me to another bar so I joined them for a few beers and trivia. I headed back to the hotel a couple hours later.
The next morning we had a full day of class with more on the policies and procedure and how to deal with different issues. There really wasn’t a lot of country specific information in these sessions, just general PC stuff. I guess we would get that information when we got to Armenia. After a full day of class and just before we ended I “volunteered” to be a group leader on the way to Yerevan. This would turn out to be more than I bargained for. That night we again broke into groups and went out in search of food. The group I went with ended up at a nice restaurant and had a good dinner followed by a nice shot of good Tequila, the last I am likely to get for a while. Some of us headed back a bit early. I took care of some email and business then went to bed. Some people didn’t get back until the wee hours of the morning, making their last night in the states a fun one.
The next morning a small group of us went to visit Benjamin Franklin’s grave. Emily is a big fan of his and had the goal of visiting the grave so a bunch of us tagged along. It was cool to see the graves of several founding fathers. From there we headed out to get a bite. I had to have my Philly Cheese Steak and finally got it. It was great, even if I only could eat half of it. After lunch Jack, from Sacramento, and I peeled off and did a little shopping. When I tried to buy running shoes I found out my credit card was being used in Europe to buy jewelry, so that got cancelled immediately (different card from last time). I used a different card and did my purchase then we got a cab back to the hotel.
Part of my job as group leader was to make sure my 12 people gave me money for tips and were all accounted for each step of the way. We tipped the bell boy in the hotel for loading up over 100 heavy bags onto the bus, and then got everyone on two busses for the long trip to New York and Kennedy Airport. Along the way we practiced the Alphabet and the words we were asked to know when we landed. It was a long drive and pretty boring. A number of people slept since they had not slept much the night before.
When we got to the airport the busses dropped us off at the wrong terminal. We had to get 50 people and a lot of luggage onto an airport train and to a different terminal, checked in and through security. The other 3 “group leads” and I were able to get it done but it was a pain in the nether regions. Once everyone was through security and at the gate we relaxed a bit. We had plenty of time before the flight, which was also delayed a bit. I am happy to say that all 50 of us made it on the flight.
After a long flight into Paris we had a real pain getting through security. In New York we were told that there were no security checks in Paris as we arrived and flew from the same terminal. I didn’t believe them but some people did and they bought alcohol at the duty free. When we go to Paris we did indeed need to change terminals and get through security. Also with our flight delayed from New York the time frame to get the Yerevan flight was really tight. We got stuck in long lines and Security in Paris is a pain. They confiscated all sorts of things that New York was fine with. This included a skateboard that belonged to one guy, a pair of hand weights belonging to one of out team and all the alcohol even thought it was still in duty free bags. We were able to get the skateboard back by having an Air France person come to security and pick it up to check on the flight. It was a pain but we finally got everyone through and onto the flight just in time. Some of us were the last ones on the plane. We never did get the hand weights as I was told they could be used as weapons against the captain. 2 pound, plastic coated weights? They gave us metal knives for dinner on the plane. Damn the French!
The flight to Yerevan was about 4 hours but we were all wiped out from a day of traveling and people were not really sleeping much so it seemed a lot longer that it was. When we got to Yerevan we got through passport control pretty easily. The luggage was already circling and while it took a bit we got everyone bags. It turns out one sleeping bag was missing so the person filed a claim for it. As we exited Customs there were Peace Corps people waiting to welcome us and get out things into a truck. I met an A-15 named Gary. Gary is a really cool guy who went to UC Santa Cruz and had worked in San Francisco. Being an A-15 he has been in country for 1 year now. We peppered him with tons of questions which he was patient enough to answer for us. I felt a bit bad for him because we asked questions constantly while waiting at the airport and all the way to the camp where we were staying.
We did not see much of Yerevan as it was dark as we drove through it. We arrived at the camp which was pretty high up in the mountains around midnight. When we got there we found out that the lights in our building were out so we were led up in the dark with a cell phone to light the way. When we got there someone lit a few candles and we found beds and dropped our stuff and headed back to get the big suitcases. We waited for the truck to come and waited. It was cold and we ended up doing the penguin to keep warm. We all grouped close to each other touching to share body heat. It helped. A while later we heard the truck but it never shoed up, turns out they burned the transmission about a quarter of a mile down the road on a switchback. They were going to send a few guys down in a van to shuttle the bags up but that would take forever so a group of about 12 of us walked down and formed a chain to unload the bags into a van. It took 3 trips and about an hour but we got everything up to the camp. I fell into bed around 2:00 AM. We had to be up for breakfast at 9:00.
More to come on what it is like in Armenia.
Hajol oot soon
(Good bye – actually Good Luck)