B - reporting
After a delicious breakfast of porridge by the lake, we headed slowly towards the border. We stopped at about 10-ish for a coffee break, in a rocky plain near a strange formation of reddish rocks. Then retraced our route from a few days ago (when we failed to find the lake) and drove back down the narrow valley.
Today, however, there were no gers on the valley bottom...they had all been packed onto trucks and were headed east. We passed at least eight trucks, crammed high with the actual ger material, poles, furniture, children and goats (dinner?). The cabs held at least 6 people, and others were clinging on top of the loads, small excited children included. Everyone smiled and waved at us.
It was a slow but fascinating trip for us, as we also passed herds and herds of goats and yaks, following the trucks. I had not really appreciated the actual meaning of 'nomad' up till now.
We stopped for lunch at a small lake or large pond, which had been surrounded by gers only days before and now was inhabited only by a pack of dogs. We didn't see the dogs until we had started making sarnies, and discretion being the better part of panic, we decided to finish our lunch further away.
After a final purchase of beer and chocolate from Tsannagur, and avoiding the very pushy man, we got lost in Mongolia for the last time as we tried to find the border. The tiny border town was not very inviting, so we headed back into the hills for a final night's camping in a lovely green valley.
After a delicious breakfast of porridge by the lake, we headed slowly towards the border. We stopped at about 10-ish for a coffee break, in a rocky plain near a strange formation of reddish rocks. Then retraced our route from a few days ago (when we failed to find the lake) and drove back down the narrow valley.
Today, however, there were no gers on the valley bottom...they had all been packed onto trucks and were headed east. We passed at least eight trucks, crammed high with the actual ger material, poles, furniture, children and goats (dinner?). The cabs held at least 6 people, and others were clinging on top of the loads, small excited children included. Everyone smiled and waved at us.
It was a slow but fascinating trip for us, as we also passed herds and herds of goats and yaks, following the trucks. I had not really appreciated the actual meaning of 'nomad' up till now.
We stopped for lunch at a small lake or large pond, which had been surrounded by gers only days before and now was inhabited only by a pack of dogs. We didn't see the dogs until we had started making sarnies, and discretion being the better part of panic, we decided to finish our lunch further away.
After a final purchase of beer and chocolate from Tsannagur, and avoiding the very pushy man, we got lost in Mongolia for the last time as we tried to find the border. The tiny border town was not very inviting, so we headed back into the hills for a final night's camping in a lovely green valley.
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| Yak Heard heading to lower lands for winter |
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| Moving truck mongolian style |
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| posing roughly in the place charlie and ewan spent their 1st night in mongolia |
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| Everything is better with chips! |
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| Fitting location for the last night in mongolia |
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