Elbows are made for scraping. On our second day of biking Krystil fell off her bike while trying to outrun an excited dog. We were told by our travel doctor not to catch rabies. With every dog that chases us, and they love to chase, we fear it is looking for a little tourist to chew on. Our dog avoidance strategies vary. For this one we decided to outrun it since we were going downhill. This worked well until the patch of sand won against Krystil's ability to ride her bike. The good news is that we have not yet had to fight any dogs.
At a roadside ger, we ran into a spanish couple we had met in Ulaanbaatar. They had actually come on the same train from Beijing as us and had dealt with bicycle-induced customs issues with us. We rode past them in the scorching heat, only to later see them pass us in a truck.
After 117 km of biking on day 2 we set up our tent in a field beside the highway. Later in the evening we had a visit from 15 year old boy who wasn't too talkative, but seemed to enjoy sitting with us. After he left, his older brother (probably around his mid-20s) came by to visit and we had a better time 'chatting' with him. Our lonely planet phrasebook got a workout.
On day three of biking we stopped in at a Mongolian ger restaurant beside the highway for a traditional breakfast: sheep's meat with onions and noodles. This was our first real introduction to Mongolian food, and we are both relieved to find that it was delicious. However, we were not too keen on the fermented mare's milk, and the yak butter tea was mediocre. After passing the town of Rashaant, we turned off on a side road for 12 km to a stay in a ger camp at the ruins of Ovgon Khiid monastery. Since we are tourists, we love tourist ger camps. We love the food, the showers and the spacious gers. In the evening we went for a 2km hike to some other ruins.
Today has mostly been a rest day. We slept in until 7:30 and did some bike maintenance before departing. We followed a different road 12km towards the highway (as it joins the highway further west). The road was very sandy and we ended up walking our bikes most of the way. We should have expected it, since it runs right beside some sand dunes. We came upon a family with their car (2wd with bald tires) stuck in the sand. We were surprised they had made it that far. We did our best to help for a short while until a 4x4 (carrying Dutch tourists) came by and pulled them out. After three hours we were near the highway and stopped in another ger camp for lunch. Then it started raining so we decided to get a ger.
We've added some more photos to this album. The new pictures are geocoded (you can see where each photo was taken on a map on the right hand side). Here's our route for the three days (you can also see it in google earth):
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You guys are amazing. Great stories and good pictures. Thanks for sharing. Look forward to your next blog. All the best. Tim
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine the mare's milk being any worse than yak butter tea--and I like tea, sugar and yak butter!
ReplyDeleteHow's the new camera treating you Chris? Are you using the tripod much for the telephoto shots?
ReplyDeleteI get a kick out of the fact that it's quite evident to the reader when it's Chris at the keyboard. Gems like "Since we are tourists, we love tourist ger camps" are just too classic.
ReplyDeleteI suppose one can't vouch for the conditions under which the mare's milk is fermented.
Excellent blog to be following. Nice work!
Thanks for all the comments.
ReplyDeleteRichard: No not much tripod action, I'm being too lazy for that. Also slacking off on shooting video since we got to Mongolia (I did a bit more in China and on the train). Another blog post coming in a few hours here...