Day 8 - Friday, Sept 20 - In Ulaanbaatar
The hotel had a very nice breakfast buffet with just about everything
you can imagine, salads, fruits, cheeses, sausage, yoghurt and hot
foods.
The pollution this
morning is making the air almost unbreathable – we can only see a
short distance through the yellow-brown haze. Along the road are many
apartments buildings under construction as well as what looks like
partially completed buildings, empty concrete skeletons. Due to
changing exchange rates and rising building costs, foreign investors
have found it impossible to continue construction. A rather dismal
sight.
More positively, as
we headed out further, we are passing through grasslands where nomads
are grazing their sheep, goats, cattle and horses. The bus regularly
has to stop due to all of these animals crossing the road. There are
gers (more commonly called yurts) scattered around the countryside.
Due to road
construction, it took us over 2 hours instead of 1 hour to get to our
first destination, the 131’ tall stainless steel statue of Genghis
Khan riding his horse. The statue is said to be at the location where
Genghis Khan found a riding whip which foretold that he would be a
great person. The Mongolian name for Genghis Khan is Chiingis Khaan
but the Persians who were writing about Mongolia didn’t have “Ch”
in their alphabet and used “G” instead which has been carried
forward. We went up to the head of the horse where there is an
expansive view of the countryside.
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Genghis Kahn Statue |
In the basement
there is an exhibit of the evolution of the ger from a conical grass
structure to an animal skin teepee-like structure to the current
structure. A ger has a circular wooden frame that can be easily taken
apart with the roof and sides made of thick woolen felt. The felt is
made locally by taking wool fibers and mashing them until felt is
produced.
At the statue, there
were also people showing off their Golden Eagles, camels and horses.
For a charge, one could hold and have a photo taken with the eagle or
ride the horses. The Golden Eagle is the “national” symbol of
Western Mongolia. The image of horses is very prevalent in Mongolia
as they were so important to the Mongolian conquests and area a
symbol of national pride in horse riding skill.
Along the way, we
stopped to see a small herd of yaks. Alexei, our Russian guide was
taking photos of Tamara, our guide for the entire trip. Tamara is a
stereotypical Russian woman, tall and distinguished-looking with a
mane of blonde hair.
From there we went
to a national park created to preserve the beauty of the countryside
and the mountains although nomads who lived there are allowed to
continue to live and maintain their lifestyle. There were also ger
accommodations and traditional style restaurants for tourist where we
had our lunch. One of dishes was mutton that is cooked by layering it
in a cylinder with hot stones and allowed to cook with the residual
heat, like a lobster bake. We also had Mongolian vodka that left a
fiery feeling going down my throat.
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Tamara and Alexei |
At this place there
was also a demonstration of traditional Mongolian skill at archery,
wrestling and horseback riding. What was especially impressive were
the riders who could reach down while riding full speed and grab hats
that were on the ground and riders who could stand on top of the
saddle while riding.
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Mongolian Horsemen |
On the way back, we
made a stop at the ger of a nomad family and were able to try
fermented mare (horse) milk and cheeses made by the mother. The milk
is an acquired taste. We were also able to ask questions about their
lifestyle. The children go to school in a local town where they stay
during the week. Their 8 year-old son and 10 year-old daughter
returned just as we were about to leave. The girl rode her bicycle to
herd the cows back to where they were supposed to be.
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Inside Ger |
The trip back to
Ulaanbaatar took over 2 ½ hours in terrible traffic. Our guide told
us a joke about a man who was driving who saw his friend walking on
the sidewalk and asked if he wanted a ride. His friend replied “no
thank you” as he was in a hurry!
We eventually made
it to the restaurant where we had Western Mongolian cuisine, fried
breaded chicken with some gravy.
We got back to the
train station around 10pm. Our train is 22 cars long, nearly half a
mile. It was a quarter mile walk alongside the train to get back to
our car. At 11pm the train started on the next leg to the
Mongolian-Russian border.
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