Nothing like a weekend in the country to unwind and relax after a hard week of technical difficulties. Nothing like the great outdoors to revive your spirits and awaken sleeping muscles. Nothing like a 2 ½ hour ride to a picturesque lake, a bit of Mongolian barbeque and a restful night in the great outdoors. Nothing like it. Nothing, at all.
I could not write this blog - seriously. You would have been bored to tears. What made us laugh and cry about this adventure does not translate. You gotta feel it - the wide open nothingness, surrounding you. You've gotta smell it - the dung fire heating the ger. You've gotta pee in the wide open spaces under that gigantic blue sky. You've gotta fly a kite on the top of the hill, see a functioning ancient district hospital, bare knuckle down to the lake, cartwheel at the lucky rock. You've gotta sleep in all your clothes, snuggled up with your best buddy in a child size bed, and still wake up everytime the dung fire goes out. You've gotta see the foggy morning rolling over the ger camp and the hawks circling high above. You've gotta remember to get a seat in the land cruiser.
The pictures don't do it justice. You've just gotta ...
|It's about the sky|
|This is why you ride in the Land Cruiser|
|Temple of this Dog|
|And we had pringles too ...|
|Yes, I travel with a kite ...|
|The Lake after 9 hours of a 2 1/2 hr drive|
|Good Morning Mongolia|