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blog Tajikistan July 24, 2010 1:43AM

Where the road ends

Sarah Royall
Sarah Royall
Organizational Learning Intern
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After four hours of winding through bumpy dirt roads heading east from the capital of Tajikistan — Dushanbe — hugging mountain sides with sharp drop-offs to a rushing river, you'll find yourself in Gharm. It's a small, conservative town by most standards. There's one restaurant, a small daily market and a few shops that carry that Tajik staples: RC cola, rice, cookies, soap, etc.


The road crossing a river in Tavildara, Rasht Valley, Tajikistan Photo: Sarah Royall for Mercy Corps

For the past six weeks this is where I have called home. Most fellow expats in Tajikistan ask me, how do you live in such a small place? But I rather like it actually and I think it's important that Mercy Corps places expats out in the field where our work is really happening.

As though Gharm weren't small enough, I've been spending the last few weeks in even smaller villages. The roads to these villages are even worse than the road to Gharm. Our drivers skillfully pass through small rivers, slosh through muddy roads and find the road where I honestly can't see it.


The road to Gharm, Tajikistan on a good day in summer. Photo: Sarah Royall for Mercy Corps

What's at the end of these roads is astonishing. Most of Tajikistan is covered with high mountains, and amazingly people find a way to live up there. Not only do they survive the harsh winters, but they do so with an incredible sort of grace. Everywhere we go people greet us with smiles and laughter, and beg us to share a cup of tea with them or even stay the night.

Last week we visited a little village in the district of Obi Mehnat. During the winter these villages are completely cut off from larger towns because the snow makes the difficult roads up the mountains completely impassable. In 2002, Mercy Corps built the first school up in this village.

I met one of the school teachers who herself had only been able to attend 8th grade because the village lacked any further grades. She boasted that now the students from their village are constantly ranking in the top of the country for academic achievements. Not only that, but in the heart of the conservative Islamic Rasht valley, they are graduating more girls than boys!

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Devan Wardwell

Devan Wardwell

July 27, 2010 10:15AM

Great photos Sarah, this makes me want to ride around in a battered Mercy Corps land cruiser and explore those remote villages too!

Seth

July 27, 2010 10:21AM

This made me smile.

When do we get to read more? Your posts are like short trips to Gharm or Dushanbe, and are welcome breaks from my chair and laptop screen 2 feet away.

What more do you really need than RC Cola and soap??

Hope you're doing well out there!

Minda Seibert

Minda Seibert

July 27, 2010 10:54AM

Great post Sarah! I would love to learn more about the school and share the information with Mercy Corps' 580 book club moderators who are fundraising for our programs around the world to empower women and girls. Thank you for sharing!

Erwin Nugraha

July 27, 2010 5:49PM

I do really love your story, Sarah. What I can say is that "where the road ends", there we'll find grace, greet, and achievement - as you've mentioned, even from "small" village. Such an incredible story of hope and efforts. Allow me to share your story to my friends.

Another similar story came from "The Cups of Tea" book.

Jane Hall

August 2, 2010 6:44AM

Are you getting enough plov? It was a great meal that some of us (HFHI-Garm, May, 2010) have tried to copy once we returned home. Please continue your blogs from the beautiful Rasht valley! That photo of the road between Dushanbe and Garm is classic. Looks a little like Rt. 1 in southern Marin County, CA, minus the dirt...

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