Many evenings after work there is a game of volleyball in the Chagcharan office compound.
I’m crap at volleyball.
But still, I like to try, and usually manage to get a few laughs if not any points.
Last year I was barely able to hit the bloody ball. I’ve improved a little, and now manage to hit it off at right angles to where I want it to go.
It’s been a good way of learning my numbers as I try and keep up with the point scoring.
I’ve also learnt the word ‘out’ (usually punctuated with an exclamation mark). As far as I can tell, this roughly translates as ‘jolly good show old chap, good effort and better luck next time.’
I try and recover some dignity by saying that if we were playing football, I’d whoop all their arses.
I live in fear of the day they’ll call my bluff.