On arrival in the city of Ulaan Bataar I had been unprepared for the modernity and the sheer size of this capital city, so it was sheer pleasure to head out to the National Park for a night in a gher camp (think we know them as yurts). The scenery was stunning and the hospitality was warm: great food and wonderfully colourful accommodation - the girls even wanted to come in at midnight to stoke up the wood burner, but it really was not that cold! We did a little walking and also visited a herdsman in his summer location and a meditation centre. The icing on the cake was talking with a hunter who uses huge birds to catch foxes and the like - I was thrilled to hold a golden eagle!!
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| Small powerful horses used everywhere |
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| Was really surprised to see yak this low - I don't mean drinking I mean altitude! |
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| Elevenses Nomad style - curd, bread and tea - no fridge though! |
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| A Gher - I think we call them yurts. |
A herdsma
A herdsma
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