MONGOLIA-October 9, 2004
- Slavomir Rawicz in The
Chu, Chu! Our ponies lurched forward from a sudden
smack on the rump by our horse packing guide Mugee.
For the next three days, he burst out into a hearty
laugh at our surprise when our ponies stumbled
forward into a trot. We scrambled to regain our
balance as Mugee yelled something in Mongolian
and pointed west, indicating that was the way we
were heading. It was a startling beginning to our
horsepacking journey and also a sudden introduction
into the ways in which local people travel.
After Mugee startled our ponies into action and
we had adjusted to the pace, we began our journey.
Mongolia is such a vast, beautiful country... it’s
hard to take everything in. The countryside goes
on for miles and miles, and the endlessness gives
you a perception of how far away you are from everything.
As we rode on absorbing the countryside, the day
quickly slipped to evening. The temperature
dropped and turned chilly as we rode over a pass
and toward our final destination for the night.
As it started to snow lightly, everyone relaxed
and enjoyed the evening’s stillness. Mugee
broke out into a soft rendition of a traditional
Mongolian folk song, and the peacefulness of our
horses moving through the wide-open terrain created
a magical moment. We arrived as the sun was setting
over the lake where we would set up camp for the
reported by Lauren Edwards