Step right up and step inside the ger I stayed in while in Mongolia. Hard to believe it’s been nearly a year since that tiny Mongolian guy tried to bake we foreigners alive in our ger!
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Plopping down at the top of a small hill in Terelj National Park, Mongolia, I looked down at the gently sloped, snow-covered trail I’d just trudged up.
Like an ancient, delapidated accordian, I wheezed into the crisp air and cursed my noodly legs and labored breath.
HOW I SPENT MY MONGOLIAN VACATION
Let me start by letting you in on a couple facts. One: Mongolia is COLD. Not cold, but COLD. We’re talking highs around 10F, lows in the -20′s. In fact, Ulaan Baatar is the coldest Capital in the world (thx Jamie). Two, most of the really interesting stuff in Mongolia is scattered across the very large landscape.
Now, on the train from Beijing, I was just as eager as Jamie to go out and visit a ger camp. See the REAL Mongolia, I thought. When we talked to the lady at the hostel, however, my enthusiasm waned.
“You can hike in the mountains,” she said.
Uh-huh. Been doing that alot lately. And did I mention it’s COLD?
Once again I have to wave the white flag of surrender to technology; ready to make a post about my fantabulous ger experience, my camera battery of course died and I can’t get the photos loaded.
We’re on our way back to China tonight (and me with a nasty cold), so sometime within the next few days I’ll post both the ger camp photos and the rest from the end of the trek as well.
After meeting up with the other Wallnuts in Yinchuan, it’s off to Thailand and lazing on the beach…finally!!
It was a single photo of a candle-lined street during a festival that first sparked my desire to visit Mongolia. I don’t remember in which city the photo had been shot, nor where I’d seen it, and I don’t even remember all the visual details.
What I do remember was my impression; simple charm combined with just enough grit for me to find it intriguing.
Mongolia is the first place I’ve ever traveled to without first doing at least a little research. In fact, I didn’t even know how to say hello or thank-you before our bunkmates on the train, Russian sisters Sanzhima and Victoria,