Here is a collection of original material composed by one of our former
volunteers, Maun Markus/Mark. He was based near Manatuto where Teresa and I were, and we shared
many similar frustrating fascinating experiences and became a tight threesome within the tight group of ten
we had become.
In his eight months with us, Mark brought a certain intangible relief, more serious than
simply comic, more comical than mundane, more friendly than critical, and more insighful than banal.
We all miss
We'll miss Maun Markus at all these times and more, and especially when we are telling stories about all these
experiences, for Mark is a master story teller. You can enjoy some of his stories by following the links below.
- when waiting for the bus at Bakora Terminal
- when sitting waiting for the bus in Manatuto
- when sitting waiting for the bus in Lalaia
- when 'squishing grapes' at Poi Chalore
- when enduring non-sensical Peace Corps training
- when enduring unintelligible government meetings in Manatuto District
- when sitting through a five-hour wedding festival
- when dashing off to Baucau or points further east, west, north or south
- when sharing stories about intestinal fortitude
- when making and eating guacamoli in Manatuto
- when sorting out fact from fiction in government work
- when sitting on the beach.
Letter from Home