Mongolia Last week in Mongolia
Johan Kruseman
Updated on 14 November 2024
Updated on 14 November 2024
The last week in Mongolia had begun. In the beginning, it took some getting used to the vast distances and the often monotonous nature in many places, but it was the ultimate freedom that you can experience in this country and the fantastic places that break up the endless plains like oases in a desert that stole my heart.
The last week started at the hostel back in UB. There, we met a Polish couple who were quite lively. When asked if they were together, they both gave opposite answers, equally resolute. The woman then explained that she had lived in Lisse for seven years and that she was Jacoba van Beijeren. The man talked about the national park we wanted to visit, describing the hills as so steep that you had to climb them on hands and feet, and that at the top, hordes of wild animals were waiting. The description sounded more like the Himalayas filled with wolves, bears, and lynxes than the gently rolling hills with a few stray cows and horses that we found the next day.
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Traveled route: Ulaanbaatar, Kharkhorin, Hatgal, Khorgo, Tstetserleg, Red Waterfall, Zamiin-Uud
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Milking our own cow milk
As night fell, we stopped at a family and asked if we could eat and sleep there, and it was a bullseye. Freshly picked blackberries, raspberries, and wild strawberries (in a country where I had started to think that vegetables and fruits hadn’t bee