Mongolia🇲🇳Another yak festival

Slowly but surely, on my way to the promised yak festival in the mountains, it turned out that there was another yak festival in Tariat the next day. However, leaving the hostel seemed impossible because without drainage, the large field in front of the hostel had turned into a big lake, reaching up to the doorstep. We managed to get outside through the back exit. Whether it was because I had only had two mini-breakfasts in the past 24 hours, or because I had been looking forward to the promised yak festival five days later and this yak festival had imposed itself on me without warning, taking away some of the uniqueness of ‘my’ yak festival, or because we arrived at the festival grounds when all the yak performances had already taken place, this yak festival didn’t steal my heart, and I could still hold onto my full hope for the one and only mountain yak festival.

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