Aaaarggghhh the gers on fire!!!
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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In a Traditional Ger
We left the UB Guesthouse at 9am, with our driver for the next few days and en route took in some sights on our way out of Ulanbator including the 'Black market' & 'Car market', apparently you can get anything there including being pickpocketed, with Andrews paranoia we decided to give that one a miss
Arriving at the camp we were introduced to the family hosting us for the night, the son called Gana and his father, neither could speak much English. After a short hike up the nearest peak we were treated to lunch of mutton and noodle stir fry with fruit tea. Then Gana and his father saddled up the horses for our horse riding trip. Mongolian Horses are far smaller than we see in the UK, USA or as to put it in the fathers term "Arab Horses Big but small distance, Mongolian Horses Small but big distance". Of course Andrew got the bad tempered horse which was kicking out but I got the nice placid horse as confirmed by Gana (Not horses temperaments matching their riders again, surely.. Des and Jane will recall the horse riding on the Old Man of Coniston where Andrews horse was simply Lazy and did nothing but eat, drink and be stubborn!)
We made a tentative start, riding horses in very deep snow was a new one on us, and also as the bridalwear consisted of bits of string tied to bits of leather. The party consisted of Andrew, myself, an 8 year old boy, a dog and a wolf.... Picture the scene. The wolf had been found as a pup abandoned and starving in the mountains and was fed by Ganas father and 'domesticated' it is apparently the best guard against other wolves attacking (which is common in these parts apparently). We climbed steeply into the mountains surrounded by trees, buddhist monuments and amazing rock formation. The scenery was breathtaking. We finally embarked upon a steep descent towards a single Ger, a wood and manure built stable and an animal pen which housed a raging bull. Very solitary living it took 45 minutes to get there with no sign of mankind or accommodation along the way.
As strangers we were greeted by 6 dogs running amock, something the horses were not keen on. As our guide was already at the foot of the slope tying up his horse, my horse just stopped and couldn't be budged. Andrew's horse did not like the barking dogs at all and reared, bolted down the hill and began kicking out at the dogs. Gana stepped in just before Andrew had a serious injury and peace was again resumed albeit with Andrew a little sore in the nether regions (at least he had a wooly hat as head protection nothing like safety first)
Ganas 4 year old nephew began to play shooting games with both of us whilst Gana and his sister dissapeared out of the Ger. Whilst they were gone the game got more and more animated culminating in the 4 year old throwing himself on and off all the beds and he banged his head. We thought 'shit the bed'. Shortly after Gana reappeared with what at first seemed to be a pile of Jumpers in his arms. When he turned around it was a small calf (apparantly only 4 days old). how bizarre. So in a small tent the calf was released for the 4 year old to rugby tackle and wrestle to the ground. They told us that the calf slept with them otherwise it would die in the cold.
We began our trek back to our own Ger. My horse began skidding all over the place yet somehow managed to keep upright
When we got back to the Ger we sat down to have a beer at the timber table and chairs recalling one of the best and most bizzarre days of our lives. Then one of the horses kicked out at another horse and knocked it clean over. We were shocked and horrified as the horse could not get back up. It tried four times. Gana and his Dad were out collecting the dead cows (lots of animals have died due to the very cold winter this year) in a truck to 'dispose of them'. Andrew went over to see if the horse was ok and was soon joined by Gana. The harshness of mother nature was too much for me as I couldn't bear to see what was happening. Gana started kicking the horse and made Andrew pull its tail as hard as he could to try and make the horse get up. Andrew was lifting it
Andrew says he will add his 'thoughts on the day later', he was a bit weird and scared me as he said the place was so amazing he was nearly crying. I always knew he was odd but he is getter odder.
We settled down for Mutton, cabbage and boiled rice with a very cold beer by candle light (obviously there was no electricity). Andrew lit the fire and got extra wood as he had done jobs for the family chopping wood, rounding up the horses and putting them in their pens etc. The people who went the day before said the fire went out and it was so cold that they thought their eye lids had frozen together. They didn't sleep. Andrew got the final instructions to empty one plastic box of coal on to the fire at 10pm then another at midnight then add wood every 1 / 2 two hours. I went to sleep in the nice warm tent.
At about 1am I woke unable to breath the Ger was fall of thick black smoke and the temperature was the hottest I have ever experienced. I had no sleeping bag or thick clothes on and could not bear the heat I have no idea what he was playing at but I honestly thought the ger was alight and burning to the ground. No doubt Andrew will add his side of the story in his update later.