Monday, July 18, 2011
Lisa's Thoughts
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Takhi
In a while are able to find another group and Lisa and I walk, following them as they graze. They sniff the air and maybe catch our scent, but they don't seem concerned. It a quiet moment but soon four vans of other visitors find us and our horses, and it is time for us to leave.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Unscheduled Rest Stop
4:30 - hot afternoon - middle of nowhere...
Timor may not be able to fix this one; he is putting his tools away. Got help from a trucker that stopped, but they were not able to get it going again. Cellphones work here and the call has gone out to find another car. We get back aboard and try limping along. No, this is not going to get us anywhere - maybe it's the fuel pump and Timor has no replacement. We have water, tea and snacks to ease the five hour wait until a new car and driver arrives and we are forced to say our goodbyes to Timor who will stay with his car until his son beings parts tomorrow. Very sad to see him by his car as we wave goodbye - it is like family.
Then three more hour drive and we arrive at our ger camp at 11:30. We had asked to stay at this camp because there is something special to see here tomorrow morning.
Timor may not be able to fix this one; he is putting his tools away. Got help from a trucker that stopped, but they were not able to get it going again. Cellphones work here and the call has gone out to find another car. We get back aboard and try limping along. No, this is not going to get us anywhere - maybe it's the fuel pump and Timor has no replacement. We have water, tea and snacks to ease the five hour wait until a new car and driver arrives and we are forced to say our goodbyes to Timor who will stay with his car until his son beings parts tomorrow. Very sad to see him by his car as we wave goodbye - it is like family.

Thursday, July 14, 2011
In the Shade
Lisa introduces Kindle to central Mongolia and we get a visit from a tiny tot riding bareback.
Fly Day
When I remember this day a few years from now, I hope that I remember the mountain meadows, wildflowers, fast running streams, and geese on the wing - but not the flys. So I'll just say that there are a lot of them and then drop the subject. July here is like springtime in the Rockies with green hillsides all around and it is wonderful. We are on the trail from 9 until 4, with about an hour for lunch, tea, and a siesta. For most of the day, we see no one. This day I feel good about the ride and am more comfortable in the saddle, which is a Russian cavalry style model, with wood boards, nuts and bolts, and a blue cushion tied on. At one point I get a thumbs up from Oteu, our lead wrangler as I canter up to where he is waiting. I tell myself this is high praise and I am proud.
For the last hour before reaching our campsite, we watch rain and lightning over the next ridge. Reaching the site and meeting our support van, there is just enough time to set up tents before the storm hits with wind, thunder, and pelting rain. Dinner is a comical affair with the cook huddled under a poncho strung from the van roof, everyone eating under the van lift gate, Timor pouring vodka to share from his hip flask, but excellent spaghetti with pan fried fish follows.
Monday, July 11, 2011
End of a Nice Day
Riding out of town, we were stuck in a traffic jam as cars left the horse race finish line. There is still a network signal at tonight's remote camp, but weak, so I won't try photos today.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Guest Blogger
Today we crossed another hurdle in my list of Things to be Anxious About. We stopped to visit a family in a small group of gers. It was very beautiful inside the ger we visited, and we were served tea and a plate of snacks,many of which were cheese products. Wise to the way of tourists, they thoughtfully did not put butter in the tea.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Another Naadam
The overnight rain lets up and after breakfast we go to meet our horses and the two 'wranglers' who will be with us the rest of the trip. I shouldn't be surprised, but they are young kids, maybe 11 and 13 years old. So, after a couple minutes of instructions from their boss (be careful), we head off to the local village's Naadam, with the kids keeping a practiced eye on our riding. Riding about 10 kilometers from our camp we are joining up with dozens of other horsemen on the way to the festivity site which is on a slope above this broad valley.
The scene is like a county fair with people cooking, selling, and milling about. On foot, I have to keep my head on a swivel, watching out for horsemen galloping here and there. Before long, a cold rain starts up and I pitty the wrestlers who are bare chested, wearing bikini briefs. Those watching are cold and wet too, and the wrestling bouts are speeded up to get them done early. Two horse races come to the finish line while we are there. The riders are all young kids - most less than ten, to keep the weight at a minimum. The races are long - maybe 30 kilometers - and the crowd rushes forward on foot or horseback to see them approach. By evening we have gone through another cycle of weather, and right now the rain is gone and there is a beautiful sunset starting.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Naadam
Today was in Kharakoran, after we visited a sprawling monastery, and tomorrow we will be on horses and visiting the celebration in a small village nearby our camp. Have not met our horses yet but we will in the morning.Wonderful day today.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Cold
Now in our tent at a Ger camp, with a fire in the small stove driving off the evening chill. It is a lot colder than I expected - low 40's at night with 50 something high temp. Tomorrow we visit Kharkorin, site of the ancient Capitol of the Mongol empire.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Train to U B
July is the time for Chinese visitors to come to Beijing and all around town there are huge Chinese tour groups with color coded baseball caps following leaders with flags. Traffic is clogged with convoys of tour buses. The traffic chaos seems certain to result in accidents, but somehow it never happens. Near where we are staying, dodging bicycles and scooters zipping down the narrow hutong alleyways is critical to survival.
Now it's Wednesday morning and the heat and haze of Beijing is far behind. We travel through the Gobi Desert and there is a bright sunrise and the air is crisp. In about eight hours we will be in Ulaan Baatar. The border crossing last night was a complicated affair involving two sets of passport agents, military border guards saluting the passing train, and jacking up the entire train to change out the undercarrage with new wheels for the Mongolian track which is wider (narrower?) than the Chinese.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Great Wall
I just can't get my head around the size of this thing. The popular factoid says it is 6,000 miles long. I take that with a grain of salt, but if it was SIX miles long, it would still be amazing. We walk maybe a half mile along the wall - up and down steep pitches, meeting ladies in heels, a wedding photo shoot, a donkey, and a vendor selling water who looks like the last survivor of The Long March. Another hot day and many visitors take shelter in the cool of the watchtowers. The area is rugged and hilly and I just can't imagine any invading army even getting to the wall, let alone getting past it.
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