I am on my way back to Mongolia tommorow morning. I'll be in Montreal for two days then back to the Gobi. I can hardly wait for the 15 hour flight from Toronto to Seoul...
Last night we finally made the trek up to the top of Ulzit Uhl, the sacred mountain. It's more of a sacred grassy knoll than a mountain, but nevertheless, it the highest point around. We drank a sacred beer and watched the sun go down over the desert.
This vicious breed has been used since the time of Genghis Kahn for bear-hunting, pit fighting and gladiatorial contests. Its diminutive size lures its prey in a false sense of security before it strikes.
Nadam is the biggest holiday and festival in Mongolia. This year the celebration is especially big because it is also the 800th anniversary of the Mongolian state. Nadam celebrates the “three manly sports”: archery, horse racing and wrestling. Archery is actually participated in by men and women, and children race the horses. Wrestling, however, does seem to be a manly endeavor. For three day the country shuts down for the games, ceremonies and parties.
For those of us unfortunate enough to get stuck in camp, we had a wrestling tournament. I wrestled in the first round for about ten seconds before being introduced to the ground (video to follow).
This wonder of Chinese engineering is two months old and had less than 100 km on it. I have trashed a bike or two in my time, but I have never seen one of such poor quality that it actually falls apart on its own.
Although myself and the other Canadians have given up on these death-traps entirely, the locals have discovered bicycling for the first time. In the beginning they would look at us strangely when we took the bikes out in the evening. Now the bicycles are hugely popular. All night long people ride around the compound in circles. The security guard uses a bike for his rounds. They are the vehicle of choice for getting from one side of camp to the other. I only wish we could bring some real bikes over so that the Mongolians could enjoy some little luxuries like breaks and seats…
I apologize for the lack of posts lately, it just that nothing interesting has happened in a while. For lack of anything more exciting, here is picture of my ger after a rainstorm we had the other day. Ger's don't smell so good after the felt get soaked. Sort of a cross between wet-dog and gym socks.