A Fun-Filled Fall Weekend

When Tuul and Andrea mentioned that their idea for the next big adventure was to find some camels to ride, I immediately agreed whole-heartedly. I texted Rob, who lives in Battsengal where there were rumored to be some camels. He in turn found a herder who has three, so we planned to make a day of it. Three weeks later, when all of our schedules allowed it, Tuul found a driver to take us to Battsengal and Rob’s counterpart talked to the herder and it was all set up. We added a Korean tourist who was staying at Fairfield’s, who was also looking for something interesting to do. The five of us, representing four different countries of origin, piled into the Russian Jeep early Saturday morning (Andrea and I commenting that we really could have used another hour of sleep…) and headed to the countryside. After a somewhat bumpy two hour drive we arrived at Rob’s ger and added him to the jeep, then proceeded to his counterpart’s house where we were fed delicious currytae hoshur (hoshur with curry) and, of course; aireg, milk tea, coffee, and Mongolian milk vodka. About an hour and slight decrease in our level of sobriety later, we headed out to the herder family.
Once we arrived there seemed to be some confusion, the camels were nowhere to be seen and it turned out that they only had one available, which was currently being watered. So we gathered in one of the gers and enjoyed more milk tea, aireg and milk vodka. It then seemed that there might not be enough saddles for all of us. Eventually we went outside to see if we could speed things along a bit,and in the distance we spotted the camel coming back, loaded down with a cart of wood. We also solved the saddle problem by Andrea and Rob riding bareback. Our hosts were a little uncertain of this idea, but eventually we convinced them. I was elected to be the first to ride the camel, so once they "saddled" it up (tied a folded up blanket to it's back) and made it sit down with a slight tug on it's nose ring(?) and a firm "suk, suk" I climbed on.
Sitting on a camel while it stands up is a very strange experience. Luckily they have a hump that you can wrap your arms around and hold on tight. They stand up on their hind legs first, making you feel like you are about to be pitched over their head, followed by one front leg and then the other. Once he was standing, it felt very safe and secure sandwiched between his two humps. It took a couple minutes to figure out how to steer and make him go forward, and after one accidental sitting-down (The word for go, which is "choa" and "suk" apparently sound very similar, and we were close to the hitching post and I was trying to turn him... So I guess I can't blame him for being a bit confused) we were off. Camels seem to have about two speeds, meander and jog. To get him to "jog" took continual thumping with my legs and a constant stream of "choa, choa, choa." I'm pretty sure it was as much work for me as for him.
We headed off across the field, me quite a bit in front of the others. The horses were scared of the camel, so we had to keep them separated. After awhile Andrea took a turn on the camel. I rode her horse, which was possibly the shortest Mongolian horse I've seen, which is saying a lot. I think he was slightly bigger than a Shetland pony. But that made it easy to get up, and I could jump on him from the ground. They had put a pad on him, so riding bareback actually turned out to be much more comfortable than riding in a Mongolian saddle. Now that I was on a horse I could go faster than a meander, and so with my legs wrapped practically all the way around him we galloped ahead a for a bit.
We continued on our ride and eventually came to the river, I think the North Tamir. Even though all the grass is dead and the leaves are off the trees, it was still a beautiful sight. We rode along side a mountain, and passed where two rivers meet. We all took turns riding the camel, I'm sure he was pretty sick of sitting down and getting up over and over again. Tuul was the most determined of all of us to get him to run, and actually accomplished it for about five steps. I was laughing so hard I almost fell off my horse, she was kicking him so hard, it looked like a scene from a Thelwell Pony cartoon.
We rode for about three hours and eventually circled back around the mountains to the gers. By the end we were all pretty tired and sore, and worried about our ability to walk the next day. After we arrived back at the family's gers we drank some more aireg and milk vodka, and of course had some photo ops with the family. Eventually we piled back into the jeep and Rob's counterpart's car and headed back to Battsengal. Lee, the Korean tourist who came with us decided to stay in Battsengal and go fishing the next day, but Rob came back to Tsetserleg with us. The ride back was filled with constant laughter. Tuul loves to tell jokes and riddles, and for nearly the entire two hours we heard jokes and took turns telling riddles.
On Sunday morning we met up again to watch the opening ceremony of the "Pathway to Enlightenment." There is a large Buddha statue about halfway up Bulgan Mountain, which has been there for several years, but they recently completed a large stairway leading up to it. I took Sophie along, which turned out to be a great idea. There was a huge crowd of Mongolians, and everyone was gathered around the statue where there were speeches, musical performances and a traditional Buddhist dance. Being in a crowd in Mongolia is always a bit of an ordeal, and being foreigners pretty much made us a target for people to shove out of the way. Luckily we are all pretty used to that by now, and know how to stand our ground. I was holding Sophie, and most of the adults would back down once they saw a dog. It was great. The kids loved Sophie, but I think they were just as interested in the retractable leash that I have now (thanks Mom!!).
The traditional Buddhist dance was an awesome sight. The costumes and masks were impressive and brightly colored. There was also a man dressed up as the Old Man on the Mountain, who at one point walked around the statue throwing candy into the crowd. He had to have a Lama as a sort of body guard because there was a swarm of children following him, and it seemed pretty likely that if they got the chance they would mug him for the candy hidden in his del.

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