Mongolia

the 18 June 2016 in Uncategorized

The silence, in front of such a grandiose nature... It emerges something magical in this country, which we felt from the first meters. My vocabulary is not rich enough to express this feeling of bliss and zen attitude that prevails here. I love this country, it does not have been one week since we arrived, we traveled more than 470 km and lived already so many things that we have the impression to be here for months… This was just 2 days we were there when by sheer chance we ended up in a village 1 hour before a ceremony, with traditional costumes and music to celebrate the end of the school year and the transition to high school if I understood well... it was worth it, a band played a music tune with a traditional instrument, a "Morin huur" (horse head "violin"), I just almost burst into tears because it was so beautiful and fascinating, I held on while my glasses hided some escaped tears... unfortunately this piece was too short for my taste, then there were some dances, all for 1 h and it was over. After a small error of route we had to cut through rocks fields to reach a good asphalted road, but the vibrations loosened the screw of Nico's handlebar, impossible to ride, so we stopped the first passing car because we had no screwdriver and there we fall on the Olympic women's team of boxing and we did not even take a photo of the girls!!! One morning while we had just resumed the road, we saw some deers ... otherwise there are also ducks, birds that make strange noises, small rats yet, lizards, camels... Then we attacked the mountain and I am used to say that we always find some wood for the stove but there, not a twig, not even a hint of vegetation, only pebbles, but every problem its solution, I made the fire with some horse dung !!! Having crossed our pass at 2700 m, on the other side down, we stopped to eat in a yurt. There was an enormous bellyful of home-made pastas, with carrots, potatoes and meat, the whole for 4000 togricks : less 2 euros!!! To eat with some spicy ketchup, a delight, and served with some tea. 

Until then it was pretty great and sublime, but the desert arrived, ah ! to be beautiful it was beautiful certainly, but the sand, what an idea to pretend to pedal on an unpaved road that is either in mini waves destroying everything, either sandblaster ... a horror !!! The first day of desert, we endured a crazy side wind in late afternoon, which forced us to push our bikes, but hey we were already well advanced, a group of climbers told us that we were very brave to intend to cross the desert with these bikes (they would have done better say "crazy", right !!) They gave us some water and biscuits, a real happiness, because with this heat we consumed 3 times more water than in the normal, obliging us to stop cars or trucks to get some… the second day I burst, a car arrives at the same moment, here are bicycle assemblers with lots of wheels in the trunk, seriously, if not mind-blowing ! 3 alcoholic men, a serious young and 2 women, here we are... who disassemble my entire wheel when I did not want, I just wanted to remove the tire when, women's intuition, that did not miss, impossible to disassemble completely, it took 2 minutes to repair the tire leaving the wheel in place and 1:30 to assemble what they had already try to disassemble then put everything right, needless to say I was boiling in my corner. By late afternoon, what a happiness, a violent wind behind takes forward us as ever, but it did not last long, two sand storms each side sent us a violent headwind, we had to fight on 3 km to reach a group of yurts and shelter, we were invited to spend the night in one of them. Before yesterday, we still had 85 km before joining Altay, we hoped to get there late in the evening, it was not counting on the arrival at about 6 pm, of a sandstorm. We already had to endure some super heat, the road was sandy. In the distance we saw this magnificent storm forming, ah ! it was beautiful, it was far then it got closer slowly, without wind, it became immense. And then, brought out of nowhere when there was only a flat desert to 100 km around, a sheepfold shows its face, we decide to quickly take refuge there, I barely had time to put the bike against the low wall, the storm swallowed us, we fast took refuge under the shelter, well wedged in the bottom and ate sand for 1:30, a crazy thing of a crazy violence, a sand fog changing color in 1 second, a beautiful spectacle that we were very pleased to observe from our half shelter. Then it was too late to hit the road and the weather remained uncertain, so we decided to spend the night in the shelter, with all that sand, we did not even have the heart to open our bags, we slept fully clothed with our shoes on and without our sleeping bag, me covered with my bag tarpaulin and a cardboard box. At 4 am, we set the alarm to attack the road, in the first light of day, exhausted, on a more and more sandy road, we almost pushed the bike all the way. We arrived at Love our American couchsurfeuse at about 3 pm, well relieved to reach the end of it...

Practical information: Roads : it seems there is a new asphalted road from the border until Khov, but we turned before to go towards Tonhil by a not asphalted road, and from now I doubt that we find some asphalt on our route, well… Watch out,  at Bulgan we took the wrong road, we did not take the beautiful asphalted one, so the asphalt stopped at about 62 km after the border, and we had to cross 2 km of rocky pampa to catch up the beautiful road.

Currency: The Togrick (mnt) was at 2440 mnt for 1 euro where we exchanged our money. You exchange at Bulgan at the bank, there is also a shop where you can buy a sim card and an internet cafe where the guy speaks some Russian (quite convenient if you're talking russian of course). Electricity: same as in France (actually until now I have never used my universal adapter). The Mongolian: Good luck for the pronunciation !!!! 

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Budget

The silence, in front of such a grandiose nature... It emerges something magical in this country, which we felt from the first meters. My vocabulary is not rich enough to express this feeling of bliss and zen attitude that prevails here. I love this country, it does not have been one week since we arrived, we traveled more than 470 km and lived already so many things that we have the impression to be here for months… This was just 2 days we were there when by sheer chance we ended up in a village 1 hour before a ceremony, with traditional costumes and music to celebrate the end of the school year and the transition to high school if I understood well... it was worth it, a band played a music tune with a traditional instrument, a "Morin huur" (horse head "violin"), I just almost burst into tears because it was so beautiful and fascinating, I held on while my glasses hided some escaped tears... unfortunately this piece was too short for my taste, then there were some dances, all for 1 h and it was over. After a small error of route we had to cut through rocks fields to reach a good asphalted road, but the vibrations loosened the screw of Nico's handlebar, impossible to ride, so we stopped the first passing car because we had no screwdriver and there we fall on the Olympic women's team of boxing and we did not even take a photo of the girls!!! One morning while we had just resumed the road, we saw some deers ... otherwise there are also ducks, birds that make strange noises, small rats yet, lizards, camels... Then we attacked the mountain and I am used to say that we always find some wood for the stove but there, not a twig, not even a hint of vegetation, only pebbles, but every problem its solution, I made the fire with some horse dung !!! Having crossed our pass at 2700 m, on the other side down, we stopped to eat in a yurt. There was an enormous bellyful of home-made pastas, with carrots, potatoes and meat, the whole for 4000 togricks : less 2 euros!!! To eat with some spicy ketchup, a delight, and served with some tea. 

Until then it was pretty great and sublime, but the desert arrived, ah ! to be beautiful it was beautiful certainly, but the sand, what an idea to pretend to pedal on an unpaved road that is either in mini waves destroying everything, either sandblaster ... a horror !!! The first day of desert, we endured a crazy side wind in late afternoon, which forced us to push our bikes, but hey we were already well advanced, a group of climbers told us that we were very brave to intend to cross the desert with these bikes (they would have done better say "crazy", right !!) They gave us some water and biscuits, a real happiness, because with this heat we consumed 3 times more water than in the normal, obliging us to stop cars or trucks to get some… the second day I burst, a car arrives at the same moment, here are bicycle assemblers with lots of wheels in the trunk, seriously, if not mind-blowing ! 3 alcoholic men, a serious young and 2 women, here we are... who disassemble my entire wheel when I did not want, I just wanted to remove the tire when, women's intuition, that did not miss, impossible to disassemble completely, it took 2 minutes to repair the tire leaving the wheel in place and 1:30 to assemble what they had already try to disassemble then put everything right, needless to say I was boiling in my corner. By late afternoon, what a happiness, a violent wind behind takes forward us as ever, but it did not last long, two sand storms each side sent us a violent headwind, we had to fight on 3 km to reach a group of yurts and shelter, we were invited to spend the night in one of them. Before yesterday, we still had 85 km before joining Altay, we hoped to get there late in the evening, it was not counting on the arrival at about 6 pm, of a sandstorm. We already had to endure some super heat, the road was sandy. In the distance we saw this magnificent storm forming, ah ! it was beautiful, it was far then it got closer slowly, without wind, it became immense. And then, brought out of nowhere when there was only a flat desert to 100 km around, a sheepfold shows its face, we decide to quickly take refuge there, I barely had time to put the bike against the low wall, the storm swallowed us, we fast took refuge under the shelter, well wedged in the bottom and ate sand for 1:30, a crazy thing of a crazy violence, a sand fog changing color in 1 second, a beautiful spectacle that we were very pleased to observe from our half shelter. Then it was too late to hit the road and the weather remained uncertain, so we decided to spend the night in the shelter, with all that sand, we did not even have the heart to open our bags, we slept fully clothed with our shoes on and without our sleeping bag, me covered with my bag tarpaulin and a cardboard box. At 4 am, we set the alarm to attack the road, in the first light of day, exhausted, on a more and more sandy road, we almost pushed the bike all the way. We arrived at Love our American couchsurfeuse at about 3 pm, well relieved to reach the end of it...

Practical information: Roads : it seems there is a new asphalted road from the border until Khov, but we turned before to go towards Tonhil by a not asphalted road, and from now I doubt that we find some asphalt on our route, well… Watch out,  at Bulgan we took the wrong road, we did not take the beautiful asphalted one, so the asphalt stopped at about 62 km after the border, and we had to cross 2 km of rocky pampa to catch up the beautiful road.

Currency: The Togrick (mnt) was at 2440 mnt for 1 euro where we exchanged our money. You exchange at Bulgan at the bank, there is also a shop where you can buy a sim card and an internet cafe where the guy speaks some Russian (quite convenient if you're talking russian of course). Electricity: same as in France (actually until now I have never used my universal adapter). The Mongolian: Good luck for the pronunciation !!!! 

6 commentaires

  • Elodie says:

    merci merci 🙂 de prendre le temps chaque fois de mettre des mots sur ce que tu ressens 🙂 c’est toujours un plaisir de lire tes récits 🙂
    bonne aventure 🙂

  • Lili says:

    Je te suis depuis deja un bon moment , ce pays m’a l’air particulierement beau , c’est sur faut aimer , les paysages desertiques , j’aime bien , ok je suis sur mon canapé et pas sur un velo mais les photos sont belles , les gens ( enfants ) en costumes sont magnifiques !!!! Faites attention a vous quand meme …………. Bisous Lili

  • Sophie says:

    j’ai vu les photos de la Mongolie. çà a l’air superbe !! Bon courage pour la suite !! bises

  • Chami chamo says:

    Mouaha !! J’ai cherché un document sonore en mongol et je suis tombée sur ce film. A la minute 1 un jeune homme se présente pendant quelques minutes. C’est vrai que c’est costaud, la langue mongole !!!!! Surprise ! ça me rappelle drôlement le japonais. En pire. 😉

  • AB says:

    Salut Caro,
    merci pour ces belles images, cela me rappelle de beaux (et bons) souvenirs, la Mongolie je l’ai fait il y a +de 30 ans, et c’était rock’n roll à cette époque avec une remontée en Russie, tout aussi rock’n roll ! en tous cas chapeau pour le défi et ton mode de vie.
    si je pouvais revenir en arrière je le ferai sans hésiter….
    bonne continuation

  • Jérôme Dupont says:

    Chère Caro,
    Les "minis vagues qui déglinguent tout", s'appellent la tôle ondulée, donc piste en tôle ondulée...
    Bises.

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