Tsuralg, Mongolia

The next morning, I spoke to an American girl at the hostel in Ulanbataar named Micky. She had been in Mongolia for a while and was now working for the art council.

Andy, Omar and I decided to take a trip through the hostel. The thing with Mongolia is that visiting there is really about going to the other areas and exploring the countryside. We didn't have time on this trip so we focused on Naadam in Ulanbataar, getting the sick well in our group and not getting rest sick. We did want to explore the rest and hope to do so sometime in the future, but for this round we hired the hostel owner's sister in law to drive us out to a beautiful if tourist centric scenic area called Tsuralg. She didn't speak English, so we played her Mongolian music tapes, with genuine interest in exploring local music. We left the city, passing increasingly sparse populations, until it was all open land with gers in the distance.

We drove up a dirt road by some rock formation until we stopped at a cave. Sola (our guide and driver) let us out at the side of the road and the three of us, Andy, Omar and I (Mike stayed home sick at the hostel) climbed up into a cave with some Mongolians. We talked for a bit to the group in the cave then climbed out and continued by car to a huge turtle shaped rock formation.

  

We bought some ice cream and brought back some for Sola, which was reciprocated by her with some choco pies. Up until this point she really did not speak to us, but from here on out she started to enjoy herself and open up more. It's no fun to take someone on a trip and make them feel like they are just there to facilitate you. It's so much better to try and make it fun for everyone involved. We checked out some art shops and the stall of an artist named Chimid. Omar and Andy bought some nice sketches by Chimid of the surrounding landscape and Mongolian ger life. Chimid was very warm and appreciative. By this point Sola had joined us, rather than staying by the car or off somewhere.

We drove further to a spot where Sola pointed out rocks on the top of a mountain that seemed to depict a person reading a book. Thankfully we drove past a fancy hotel with a golf putting range and stopped at a ger camp. Local families rent out extra gers for tourists from inside and outside Mongolia. While that is not the same as getting to know a family and spending time with them in a non tourist area, it seemed a good first taste to suit our limited time in Mongolia. The family rented a ger out to us and brought in some tea and food. We ate, rested, I did a quick watercolor sketch and then a fifteen year old boy came with some horses for us to ride. Sola took one horse,

Andy, Omar and I each got on our own horses. Sola and the boy led Omar and my horse respectively on the way, but Andy managed to handle his. They were very tame horses, if a bit stubborn at times. We went down across a river, then into the woods, slowly making our way over varying terrain. The boy didn't speak much as he led us to his home, where his father and younger brother sat with their cattle. Sola milked a few cows until she had filled a bucket with frothy milk. I wanted to try, but I don't think she understood. She really enjoyed it. Next we sat down in our riding guide's ger with his father and younger brother and were treated to some milk tea and yogurt with biscuits. We asked the family if they knew any songs. Andy and Omar used some Korean which Sola could understand having spent time in Korea to communicate and Omar had also picked up some good Mongolian phrases. We asked if the family knew any songs. They said no, so we just started singing some for them. They smiled and clapped along. After a few, Sola and the shy children started to sing. Sola sang some really beautiful Mongolian songs and the boys giggled shyly and added a word here and there. Finally it was time to return to the ger we were staying in, so we rode back. This time I rode the (very tame) horse by myself, with some prodding from the boy when it would go too slow. On the ride back, we all sang songs. The boy opened up and we even had him and Sola singing parts of Junoon's "Saeen." It was great to see everyone opening up and connecting like that. There's a really sweet feeling in sharing that music together. We heard a number of beautiful Mongolian songs too. Seriously though, we need to work on some new songs.

Back at the ger, we ate some dinner and then sat outside with some Mongolian men waiting for their own food. They were pretty friendly and Andy shared his Khumi (traditional Mongolian throat singing) which they really appreciated. Omar joined in, using a bottle for percussion and I joined in with some singing also. Some people formed around us and it was fun to get people clapping and singing a few verses in languages they did not know as we tried to bridge the gap between their language which we did not know and our own. We asked them to sing, but no one did. I had heard that Mongolians love singing songs together, but no luck. Finally it was time for them to eat, so they all went in their gers and we went to ours to get some sleep. It turned out, the party was just starting for everyone else and we heard lots of singing and talking early into the morning. Though we tried, we weren't really able to connect all that well to most of the people at the ger camp we stayed in. People were amused by our music, but that didn't really connect them to us on a level much beyond just some tourist showing up at a tourist place, but it was a good time.

Resting and the Lemons

 

With two of us sick and rough traveling behind and in ahead of us, we decided to take it easy. I updated my blog and relaxed until evening. We walked to the State Department Store, where I replaced my stolen camera. We stopped at the pharmacy where I was very entertained by Omar and Andy miming their symptoms and the medicines (motion sickness pills and antibiotics respectively) they wanted to a non English speaking staff. Lucky for them, a Korean Air hostess walked in and helped them out with her perfect English and Mongolian.

We walked around looking for traditional music performances, but could not find any. Instead, we checked out a fun Mongolian band called the Lemons at the Grand Irish Pub. It was fun and I managed a sketch. The set was short, but I managed to sketch two members, before the place closed and we walked back to the hostel.

Naadam

 

Next morning we went to the Naadam Festival. We wanted to go to the opening ceremony, but the hostel wanted to sell them together. So we went to the stadium, figuring we would take out chances there. Along the way, most places were closed. We met some tourists from Holland and walked with them to the Naadam Stadium. Along the way I photographed some interesting graffiti and old trains. At the stadium there were many people all around. We managed to get all 4 of us tickets to the opening for a good price by bargaining just before it began. We quickly rushed into the stadium, and I realized that someone had likely picked my pocket and my camera their own. I felt crummy about it, but I still had my video camera, so I shot some memories with that and tried not to think about it too much. Being there was more amazing than owning a camera. There were lots of acrobats, dancers and parades of archers, wrestlers, horsees and performances with Buddhist masks and music. The crowd was excited and you could tell there was a lot of pride and love for their own culture. The crowd dispersed considerably once the preliminary wrestling began.

We watched for a bit and then walked outside the stadium, looking at stalls. Andy and Mike drank some Aireg (traditional fermented Mare's milk drink) and we hopped on a bus to the valley outside the city where the horse racing and cultural exhibits were taking place. Out the window, the cityscape turned to green hills and gers in the distance and after a little over an hour we were there.

Mike got in a long line for food. Omar and I sat down in the grass and a soon a couple of teens on horses dropped by to say hello. We traded broken English back and forth. They were nice kids and after a bit said goodbye and rode on down the hill. Andy joined Mike (still in line) while Omar and I walked off to look for the cultural area we had heard about at the market. As we approached a circle enclosing a bunch of stalls, we heard a man calling for us to come over. We went over and a Mongolian man and his wife and mother or mother in law asked if we were Muslim, then invited us to join them. They offered us some food, though we had to decline as it was not vegetarian. We talked for a while with the couple. The husband worked with a lot of Muslims in Malaysia and he mentioned that there were some Pakistani businessmen in Ulannbataar who imported second hand Japanese cars which were put to use by the Mongolians in their capital.

His brother had just finished up some beautiful paintings of horses along the circular enclosure for the Naadam Culture Festival. Suddenly people started walking to the trail below to watch the young horse riders race past. The crowd cheered and we watched for a while before walking back to Andy and Mike. They were still in line, but understandably frustrated and angry at this point. They had been cut many times and once by a family where the father wanted to fight with them for being upset that they were cutting on front of them in line. Fed up, they left the line and walked with us to the Culture area. We missed the two live traditional music performances, but managed to check out booths for traditional games, felt art making, traditional music where Andy sang with a Tuvan singer. At the felt art making booth, I spoke to a young Mongolian girl who suggested I should make a piece. As an artist I really wanted to try it, so I purchased some tokens and came back to do just that. While we were waiting, the girl asked how I liked the event, and my only problem was I could not find any food I could eat. She walked over and grabbed a bag of chocolate from her stuff and gave it to me. We talked for a bit while waiting for the felt artist to be free so she could show me how to make a piece. Then when the artist was free, the girl kindly held on to my bag for me and I went to work with this artist. The girl provided some translations between me and the artist. The artist was a really nice woman. I suggested we make flowers, so she started making one on one side of the wool sheet and I made one next to it.

She took her time and very sweetly explained by example how it was down. We used soapy water to make the fluffy wool manageable. She shaped an fiery flower with some great color mixing. During the process she was a little uncertain at my flower. Without the stem it looked like a colored blob. She said "This one my flower, that one yours." and I couldn't deny that it looked pretty strange. I managed to pull it together once I added the stem and she could see where I was going. Then she complimented it and asked which I liked better. I felt that they were both best together. There is nothing like the connection you feel when you create art together. It is such a beautiful and joyous experience to just enjoy creating something with someone in such a free manner.

We both had so much fun working on it together, we exchanged emails and I asked my Mike to take a picture of all of us together. That experience is what traveling is all about to me. Connecting with people all over the world is simply amazing. Andy, Mike, Omar and I walked around some more as the booths closed down one by one. We bought tickets for the evening music show and just hung out, talking to event organizers from the Mongolian Arts Council etc. I did a quick sketch of the beautiful sky and hills. Living in the city it is easy to forget how amazing it feels to be surrounded by such beauty and to breathe such clean air. Andy, Mike and I walked to the traditional Mongolian games stall, which had long since closed. An old Mongolian man in traditional dress with endless patience played a game where he flicked a plastic disc off a rectangular piece of wood to try and hit two tiny ankle bones on a chest across from him.We watched for a while as he kept getting closer. After each try, he walked over and picked up the disk, only to return to the tiny stool and try again. Finally, he invited us to try by motioning to us. He replaced the ankle bones with a larger target of a row of plastic cylinders. Without any common language he patiently showed us how to do it. Andy tried, then Mike. I watched and learned from each. Surprisingly I managed to hit it within a few tries and then Mike and Andy tried again until they got it too. We thanked our host and walked to where the concert would take place later. We met up with Omar and bought tickets.

 

The concert began as the long Mongolian sunset began. We sat in front and I knocked out some sketches of solo and collaborative Mongolian and Korean music performances. We talked to the organizers a bit afterward then hopped on the performers bus back to the city.

Ulanbataar

 

  

Took it easy today. A slow start to regain som energy for the Naadam festival which begins tomorrow. We walked toward the National Musical Instrument Store. There were some interesting buildings along the way, met an Indian American from Berkley named Jaspal while passing the parliament building, shortly after my encounter with the Duracel (yes duracel) bunny. He was working on medical research in Mongolia, helping people to make use of technology in remote areas. We ate at a Ukranian restaurant where vegetarian means big pieces of meat.

It's hilarious to try and explain to cab drivers how to take us back to our hostel. It is by the train station, and we usually say choo choo, and then Omar drew a train. It cracks up even the most serious cab driver every time. So far we keep making it back to the hostel using that method.

I lost my photos from this day because my camera was stolen the following day and I had not downloaded them, so here are photos by Omar of our adventures that day.