Hanhongor has a very special place in my heart.  It was where I was a Peace Corps volunteer and where many of my dearest friends live but it is also home.  Since some of you didn’t know me when I was a Peace Corps volunteer I thought I would describe it for you.

Hanhongor is the county seat of an area that includes Dalanzadgad (the provincial capital), the Gurvan Saikhan mountain range, and lots of Gobi desert.  There are about 2,500 people in the county but less that 500 in town.  The rest of the population are herders and are spread out over hundreds of miles of empty desert.

In town we can boast of a school with a little over 200 students in grades 1-11, a brand new 2 story school dormitory, government office, community center, 2 story kindergarten that is currently being renovated, two banks, a communications office that used to house the only phone in town and now acts as an internet cafe and post office, a community development office, a uniform sewing factory, a ger factory, and 4 stores of various size with business hours ranging from never open to infrequently open.  It is not much of a stretch to say that you can see everything in town from your home.

Living in such a small town leads to amusing interactions.  The store owner you buy bread from is also your sub-governor. The neighbor who does carpentry work for you is also the town electrician. And running into one of your students at 6 am in your pajamas on your way to the outhouse is a fact of life.  In fact I think seeing my students around town is something I will never get used to.  At school we are all dressed in our best (nice office clothes for me, and school uniforms for them), they call me Ms. Sadie, and I am the law.  Out about in town though we wear our dirty “collecting dung for the fire” clothes, we speak in Mongolian, and I revert to being called “bagsh” (teacher) in Mongolian.  And oddly enough they often are better behaved around me outside of the classroom.  Must be innate for kids to be punks in class…