Always Un Deux Trois

A 3 hour French class has my brain careening. Dusty, forgotten words are being brushed off as my brain frantically searches among the back shelves for words of high school correspondence courses and French worksheets. But it’s not just searching. It’s a mess. The hard part is leaping over the files of Mongolian that have been…

6 Things I Did Not Do

It’s Saturday, and we’re not at kid’s club. It’s a holiday today: Children’s Day. “And what is Children’s Day?” you might ask. Well, apart from giving your children gift bags full of candies and chocolate and lots of balloons and little girls in fancy dresses running around, I’m not sure what all is involved. So…

Camel Conversation

The word “Timmay” in Mongolian sounds like of the English name Timmy. It means camel, and is one of my favourite words. I always imagine a young camel with a British accent whose name is Timmy. (Remembering words by association helps me learn, as well as offering an amusing creative outlet.) Living in the city however, our…

A Selfie Interview: So How’s Mongolia?

An article in which the Annalist’s editor –in-chief, Ms. A. Louise Brown, conducts an interview with the protagonist of this site, one Miss Anna Brown, on the broad topic of “So How’s Mongolia?” _____________ Editor-in-Chief: First of all, thank you for your time! I know our readers are interested in hear from you. It’s not…

5 in a Row: Boots on the Bus

The best stories are bus stories, it seems. I think the bus is a good place to be because there are no expectations. There’s no room for ‘awkward’ in a place where interaction  unexpected and offence is off the radar. You’re out with strangers, and a stranger you are too. You have time for a…

La-la-la-language!

Language school is fun. No really, it is. Spending 15 hours a week learning Mongolian is not something I ever thought I’d do, but it’s something I have been enjoying! We get to point a lot, like this… …as we learn item names and repeat repeat repeat them. The other day we had 51 food…