
Dear Guest! Thank you for visiting my website. I'm a Mongol and I live in Mongolia which is the ancestral heartland for more than all 12 mln. Mongols who live now in 8 countries/Mongolia/2.8mln/, China/6.0mln/, Afghanistan/3.0-4.0mln/, Russia/0.8mln/, Iran, Burma, Kyrgyzstan and in Pakistan/. We, the Mongols are even more separated than the ill-fated Kurdish people. Do you know any person, any family or any nation who is happy for being separated from brothers and sisters. ...If Mongolia can bring Kyrgyzstan's Sart-Kalmyks, China's Kuko-nor's Mongols, Russia's Kalmyks and those Hazaras who are clearly of Mongol appearance what they have been discriminated for, back to the central land of their ancestors?! They wouldn't be coming to Mongolia as refugees, they will be here at home. ... If Astana is bringing the ethnic Kazaks from different countries to Kazakhstan in order to make their country stronger, why Ulaanbaatar wouldn't consider to do the same?! We have enough land for every Mongol who wants to settle permanently in Mongolia for the ethnic reason. UN should help us too. When Soviet Union ended up with the splits, Germany has received ethnic Germans from Russia, Kazakhstan, Ukraine and other former republics too. Remember, Turkey received Turks from Bulgaria when Todor Jivkov changed his mind towards them. Ukraine and Russia welcome their ethnic kinsmen from the post-Soviet countries to settle in their countries.
We invite you to visit the country and its people. You will be visiting a people with centuries-old nomadic lifestyle, listening to the absolute silence and breathing the purest ever air and seeing the eternal blue sky dominating over this beautiful land on Central Asian plateau: green taiga forests, the second largest fresh water lake in Siberia, ancient burials, icy streams of crystal clear rivers, in its north, two-humped camels, towering sand dunes, green oases with saksaul trees, rocky mountains in scarsely green plains, natural formations of cliffs... in its South, endless steppes, homeland of best horses, bird gathering at blue lakes, fishing rivers, numerous gazelles, volcanic craters... in its East, snow capped mountains, great lakes, rock paintings, steep canyons, yak herds and massive sand dunes, mountain and field caves ... in its West!
Discover Mongolia with Bolod's Tours which operates since 1991!!! Stay comfortably in Bolod's Suburban Guesthouse!!! It's a truly experienced native tour operator and guesthouse reccommended by Lonely Planet's "Mongolia" guidebook of 2001/page 139/, 2005/pages 69, 72/, 2011/page 58/ and its "Trans Siberian Railway" of 2006/p. 263/, "Mongoru"/in Japanese/ by Globe-Trotter/ of 2007-2008/page 56/, "Mongolie" by Petit Fute of 2008-2009/page 86/and on the www.mongoliatourism.gov.mn- the official tourism website of Mongolia.
What's now the situation with Mongolia's tourism like? As Mr. Davaadorj Ts, the Minister of the Manufacturing and Trade admitted on October 2nd, 2007, on TV, "-Now, most foreign tourists enter and leave Mongolia by foreign-owned airlines or trains, stay at foreign-owned accommodations, eat at foreign restaurants and travel with foreign tour companies". It's true, indeed, nowdays. This country doesn't need foreign investments in fields where the Mongols are capable or must do businesses themselves. What kind of foreign investments does Mongolia indeed need? The country needs foreign investment in manufacturing and technology most!!! Mongolia's rulers must serve in the interests of their own people.
I'm almost one of patriots who want to remain in this last homeland instead of emigrating abroad as too many Mongols do so. Exodus of its young population and export of Mongol women are the greatest threats to the further existense of Mongols as a nation... Nationwide mining boom and gold rush are the greatest threat to Mongolia's nature... The gold may feed the people for 50 years, while preserved Nature-Mother would be able do it for another 5000 years.
Thank you for taking your time visiting my modest website.
I will keep my website live and constantly updated.
Bolod


Impressions of the Mongols: 1: "Two were Mongolian lamas in shabby robes of saffron and crimson, bound at the waist by twisted sashes of faded purple cloth. One lama had a crushed felt hat on his shaven head, the other was bare-headed, and both wore high, leather Mongol boots. The one with hat was tall and rather gaunt, with a long nose, and sunken cheeks below high cheekbones. The other was shorter and more thickset, with a broader face. Both might have been taken for American Indians. As we camp up, they were in the act of replacing their carved snuff-bottles in their belt-purses, having taken them out to exchange them with third man, who had just joined them. The newcomer was a layman, with a frank, pleasant expression in contrast to the somewhat furtive looks of the lamas. He too would have resembled an American Indian except for the long, drooping moustache under his small, finely chiseled nose. Unlike the lamas, he was wearing a dark blue summer robe of heavy serge, with a red sash, a brown belt hat, and cloth boots. Though the features and dress of all three were so typically Mongol, and unlike anything we had seen in China, I thought I would try the experiment of greeting them in Chinese. The taller monk answered, with quite a strong accent, explaining that he, like many other lamas of the border regions I had visited, often had occasion to deal with the Chinese merchants in buying things for his temple, and had learned their language in that way. pages 6, 7. "The Land of the Camel" by Schuiler Cammann. 1950. The Ronald Press Company. NewYork.
2: " We found the Mongols to be a hospitable people with full, healthy-looking faces and often with handsome and intelligent intelligent features... In the morning several Mongol men and women looked in on us and very kind-heartedly sewed the extensions on our sleeves and fixed knapsacks for us. The Chinese have a long way to go to match the Mongols in kindness...". "The Chinese Agent In Mongolia" by Ma Ho-t'ien. Baltimore, Johns Hopkins Press, 1949.
3: " Here, for the first time, we accosted representatives of pure Mongol race; truculent-looking rascals they seemed to us, after the reserved and rather timid Uriankhai/энэ тохиолдолд Тувачуудыг хэлж байна.А.Б/. The natural influence of the wild life and freedom of the open Mongolian plateau could be traced in their careless and reckless manner; they were loud-speaking, rough soldiery, used to a hard life, apt to bully those below them, but respectful to their superiors./page 260/ ...Thus we never saw the Khan/of the Durbets/; and much to our regret, for he was a rare type of an hereditary prince of ancient stock, claiming direct descendent from Jenghis Khan himself. One evening two of his sons visited us, giving us thereby an idea of appearance of a Mongol of a good birth. After our dealings with the rift-raft of the herdsmen, with rough soldiers and with primitive hunters, we had grown accustomed to the idea that all Mongols were heavily built, rough, ill-mannered, ugly to look upon, and with leathery faces, but these two Mongol gentlemen astonished us by their indefinable look of breeding and by their charm of manner. Of average height, and lightly built, with clean, sharp-cut features, soft, dark, olive skin and small hands, they showed a marked contrast to their retainers. Their had the refined air, the politeness of manner, courteous style, which belongs only to those Mongols who are accustomed to rule...There is still "spirit" left in the Mongols, judjing by these two men of a good birth; they, at any rate, gave us no impression of decay or deterioration. Turned into the right channels, the Mongol Khans could wield great power to good effect. Even now the tide is turning, and when the nomads have realized their strength and regained their self-reliance, they may also regain their independence..."/pages 269, 270/. "Unknown Mongolia"/a record of travel and exploration in North-West Mongolia and Dzungaria/ by Douglas Carruthers. 1913. London. Hutchinson & Co
4: "The houseboys, Chinese privates from the Sarachi district of central Suiyuan, tried to crowd into the mess hall, saying that if "that no-account" could come in, they could too. They recognized him as a Mongol by the scarlet vest he wore with his student uniform-no Chinese would wear anything as bright- and Sa-hsien people, as members of the first wave of Chinese migtation into the Mongol grazing lands, are the most open in their scorn of the people they dispossessed. Their feeling was even more obvious next morning when Fred went to ask the cook for an extra plate of eggs to give Dunguerbo. "Mongol no good!" the Chinese servants said with emphasis. This annoyed us very much, as Dunguerbo had a far finer personality and a much more generous nature than most of the Chinese we had contact with up there" page127, "The Land of the Camel" by Schuyler Cammann. The Ronald Press Company. New York. 1950.
5: "Huc and after him, Prjevalsky have described the Tsaidam Mongols as morose and melancolic, speaking little-in fact, hardly better than animals. I was glad to find all those I met quite different from what the accounts of these travelers had caused me expect. Not only they showed themselves ready to do anything for me, but they expected themselves to make my stay agreeable, inviting me, or playing on a rough kind of banjo they manufacture themselves". page 130, "The Land of the Lamas" by Rockhill W.W/a journey into eastern Tibet and Mongolia in 1888-1889/.
6: "Away in the distance we had seen some black spots from which faint columns of blue smoke were raising peacefully in the morning air. these were the yurts, or felt tents, of the Mongols, towards which we were making.. .. All round the sides of the tent boxes and cupboards were neatly arranged and at one end were some vases and images og Buddha. In the centre, was fireplace, situated directly beneath the hole of the place. I was charmed with the comfort of the place. The Chinese inns, at which I had so far had to put up, were cold and draughty. Here the sun came streaming in through the hole in the top, and there were no draughts whateever. Nor was there any dust; and this being the tent of a well-to-do Mongol, it was clean and neatly arranged" -"Among the Celestials" by Captain Younghusband, C.I.E. London. John Murray, Albemarle Street. 1898
Everyone was discovering Land of the Mongols in his or her path. Here are some memoirs.
"...Pass begins. The carts here began to progress in brief spasms, and the gradient, together with the general conditions, made this a somewhat painful experience. Leading our ponies, we were able by devious paths to discover rather smoother going, and the number one Mongol, a charming old man of some position, who, having no mount, now seated himself (without invitation) on the shaft of my cart, remarked that " The great one must be possessed of extraordinary strength to be able to walk like that". I learned subsequently that a horseless Mongol is just about as much use as a seagull with its wings clipped. The missioneries had arranged that this same old Mongol, Dobdun, by name, should act " boy" for me on the way up, i.e. boil water, peel potatoes, and spread my bedding at night. I liked him very much, but mainly for the sake of his picturesque appearance, for besides being very stupid, extremely lazy, and knowing not one word of Chinese, he had not the foggiest notion as to how to do anything for my comfort beyond getting me hot water, and smiling in a paternal way, when, to relieve my beasts, I got out and walked up the steep places.
By the time we were at the top of the pass, between five and six thousand feet above sea level, it was dusk. We had taken our time over the ascent, an icy wind was blowing, and the scene before us was desolate indeed. Earlier in the day and under normal conditions the traffic here is very considerable. Not so at the time of my visit, for beyond being overtaken by a couple of
Mongols trotting swiftly along on camels, who drew rein for a few seconds just in order to pass the time of day, or, more literally perhaps, to put the inevitable question as to our destination, before they flew on again, we encountered never a soul. I had never seen camels trotting before and they reminded me of leggy schoolgirls fielding at cricket, for they scatter their limbs about in just such an ungainly way..."
\from "A tour in Mongolia" by Beatrix Bulstrode\Mrs. Manico Gull\ published in 1920.
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"...Our first halt was 30 versts from Kiachta, where we found a rest-house used by travellers, at which one could obtain the use of a samovar for a few kopecks. These rest-housies had only just been put up and in point of cleanliness and accommodation were very far below the standarct of those on the way from Verkhne-Udinsk.
After our meal we continued the journey for another 30 versts over fine country with pretty scenery. The snow was still to be seen lying in drifts out of the sun. How we rattled and jolted over the ground ! Sometimes we went at a canter, the telega swaying from side to side as the yamschiks urged their ponies forward. At times when descending a hill at a gallop, we thought our last hour had come, and in vain we remonstrated with the drivers, who in true Russian fashion shouted " Nitchevo." Our expostulations were in vain and in the end we resigned ourselves to our fate. A more nerve-shattering travelling experience it would be difficult to imagine. Just as it was beginning to grow dusk we sighted, on the bank of the frozen Yero, our resting place for the night. It was the only sign of human habitation we had seen since leaving the first rest-house after lunch. Here the ponies were taken out and attached to the telegas by their halters. To our disappointment we found other travellers already in possession of the only available accommodation, and fast asleep. The hut was very dirty and overheated by a huge Russian stove which seemed to take up all the room. There was no ventilation of any kind, and, as every effort was made to keep the door shut, the atmosphere in the one and only room could be better imagined than described. Henningsen and I decided to sleep out in the telega, notwithstanding the temperature, which by this time was very low. We lined the bottom of this vehicle with all the skin rugs we could find, and shifted it into a position to protect us from the wind. The wind increased in force until at midnight there was a blizzard from the North and, curled up in the telega, we ha-d the greatest difficulty in keeping warm. It wae so cold that even the ponies put their noses in our cart to find shelter from the wind. When the day broke, we crawled out of our uncomfortable bed, isuffering from want of sleep, cold and cramp in the limbs from lying in one position so long, and went across to the hut where we found Wong preparing tea — a very welcome beverage after our night in the open.
We were on the road again with the wind behind us and, having crossed the Yero not many yards from our halting place the previous night, we followed the cart track winding through a valley which has all the characteristics of Siberian scenery. A few hours later the weather showed signs cf improvement, and by midday the sun burst through the clouds, much to our delight. Here and there off the road we caught sight of Mongol yurts, and of sheep and cattle grazing on the sides of the hills and in the sheltered parts of the valley. When we came to a particularly stiff climb we invariably eased the load and stretched our legs. Sometimes we rested on the tops of the hills to give the ponies a spell, and this enabled us to get a good view of the surrounding country for many miles.
In the afternoon of the following day we reached another small station where it is usual to halt for the rest of the day. From the Yero to this place, we had done 60 versts without stopping longer than a few minutes to rest the ponies after a stiff climb. Here we found a tolerably clean isha of a better type than we had hitherto encountered, and we made ourselves as comfortable as circumstances permitted. A stream runs through the long valley and on the opposite side we saw a cluster of yurts and a temple standing out in the landscape, conspicuously painted in flaming colours of yellow and red. The scene was aSso enlivened by ducks and geese, and by plenty of lama duck, a variety peculiar to this part cf Asia.
The next morning we set out at 8 o'clock with the knowledge that progress would be slow and tedious over the pass leading to Manhatai, where there is a telegraph station in charge of a Russian. A very stony road leads to the foot of the pass through a well wooded valley. Snow drifts and melting snow, with boulders every few paces, rendered it anything but easy going for pedestrians in heavy boots. The ponies threaded their way cautiously along the track, but the telegas rocked from side to side, with a jerky motion, and we were thankful not to be inside, as the jolting and jarring of this springless vehicle must have been trying, to say the least. Mr. Henningsen and I were walking ahead and just as we came to the top of the pass, a Lama appeared with his servant, leading their ponies. Both stopped and appeared to be apprehensive of danger. The Lama gave the Mongol greeting, to which we responded by raising our right hands, fingers closed and thumbs pointed up. As we approached each other we noticed that the Lama was armed with a Mauser pistol, which, when he saw that we were two inoffensive travellers, he handed back to his servant, who concealed it in the ample folds of his sheepskin coat. He made a few remarks in Mongol which we could not understand, and after trying him in Chinese, we gave him him up as hopeless. We were told by the Russian in charge of the telegraph station that this part of the country is particularly dangerous in the spring and summer, there being many brigands who infest the pass and rob travellers, not stopping short of murder if they offer any resistance. The descent of the pass on the other side was equally bad going, the road leading into another valley in which we found the telegraph station and a resting place for the night...".“
\from "Old Tartar Trails” by A. S. KENT\
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Busy Helping Guests.
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Created on Wednesday, 22 May 2013 13:20

22.5.2013. Mother and son are busy repairing a theter and making felt layers for a saddle of 2 French tourists- Lion and Julien who start their 3 -month trip in Mongolia. After purchasing 2 calm horses for 900000tugrugs each instead of 300000 mentioned in the latest-Lonely Planet's 2011 "Mongolia" guidebook from herders, we found a real hospitality and care in this family who originally came from Uvs Province to central Mongolia. Photo taken by me-Bolod N Mukhadi.
Playing With "Friends".
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Created on Wednesday, 15 May 2013 00:22

Not having other children to play with, the Mongol child has to entertain himself often by playing with baby animals. Nomadic child is always an actor who talks, sings songs, dreams, dances and wrestles with animals as well as with imagined friends while he or she composes different games and activities during the day. That's why Mongolian writers, composers, politicians came overwelmingly from herder's families. 14.5.2013. Photo taken by Bolod N Mukhadi.
Almost A Paradise for Wild Animals.
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Created on Saturday, 11 May 2013 13:52

30.4.2013. It's almost a paradise here, in Hustai National Park not only for these wild takhi horses, also for deers, marmots and many other animals. A few minutes later, the man, Darius Udris, a Lithuanian unexpectedly will have a chance to film a fairly long and cruel fight between 2 of the horses. We were very lucky that day: hundreds of wild horses and deers were wandering around us. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
His Name Is Dalai\"ocean"\
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Created on Saturday, 04 May 2013 13:53

30.4.2013. The child is a boy although with his long hair he may look a girl. His name is Dalai or "ocean" in Mongolian. Remember, the name of Dalai Lama which contains this "ocean" which is not Tibetan word at all. Mongols first cut hair of their children when they reach the age of 3. This cute boy can't probably wait these days the return of his 2 older sisters who go to school in a village and are due to back home by end of May for the 3-month summer holiday. During the day, entertaining himself, he plays a lot with lams and baby goats.\continued\ Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Newborn Animals.
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Created on Sunday, 28 April 2013 23:42

28.4.2013. Two British guests are watching the new born lambs and baby goats kept at campement of a herder until they gather enough strength before going out with their moms for grazing as older ones are already doing although new grasses are about to grow yet. Herders happily say the grasses will grow very well because there were a lot of snow falls during winter and spring in Mongolia. March-April is the most busy season for Mongolian herders where animals give birth. The owner of the campement that shelters 500 sheeps and 400 goats-Dushchuluun, was absent at the time when we were here. By the way, the man is the silver medal winner of the 1973 World Sambo Martial Art Championships. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
"-I haven't Seen Responsible Mining Yet".
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Created on Tuesday, 23 April 2013 12:41

This kind of horrific injuries to beautiful nature-mother caused by mining companies and individuals is commonly seen in Mongolia. As Elbegdorj Tsakhia, the President of Mongolia had to admit in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil during the awarding ceremony to the "Champions of the Earth", in 2012, that 46% of Mongolia's terriory was already covered by mining exploitation and exploration lisences. I'm not sure if he had done enough to be entitled the "Champion". I hope the "Champion" will do now and in immediate future much for Mongolia's nature protection. Recently, a prominent civil activist was saying "-Unfortunately, I haven't seen yet anything similar to officially declared responsible mining in Mongolia".
A Mongol.
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Created on Saturday, 13 April 2013 03:08

During a local festival. Everybody is now closely watching racing horses with jockey-children on their back to approach the finish place. The little boy seems to be absolutely comfortable on this particular horse. Because, in every Mongol herder's family, there is normally a "nomkhon mori", a calm horse which is fairly safe to ride for little children and elderly people. When I was this little, I had one too, I guess.
Mother would probably hold the headrope of the boy's horse if the race goes mad-spectators, trainers and even horses rode by them might go crazy to see final stages of the competition.
Mongolia's Immmensity.
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Created on Tuesday, 09 April 2013 01:46

A view of emptiness in the central-western Uvurkhangai Province. Mongolia stands on the 18th place in the world by size of land masses. Unfortunately, nearly a half of Mongolia's 2.8mln population is now living in a valley to north of Bogd Khaan Mountain- Ulaanbaatar City. That's why mining companies meet too little resistance from tiny herders. As bearers of so-called democratic changes in 90-s ruined almost all factories and even libraries and public baths in provincial centers and villages, rural Mongols who became unemployed had move towards Ulaanbaatar for survival... While the Hazaras, the descendents of those who in 13th2-14th centuries may had left the land are now often being discriminated somewhere in Central Afhanistan's mountains as outsiders, there is this empty and peaceful space here, in Mongolia.
26.10.2012. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Mounting a Gher in the Steppes.
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Created on Thursday, 04 April 2013 15:27

03.08.1912. While rolling across seemingly endless the eastern steppes rarely with some mountains on horizont, we encountered a couple and two other men- possibly their friends or would-be neighbors assembling together a gher, the mobile felt home of Mongols. It will take only 40 minutes to fully erect the gher, if they work fast. By the way, in this scarsely populated country with the 18th biggest land in the world, the gher of your nearest neighbor can be easily at "only" 5, 10 or more km away from yours. As tradition of Central Asian nomads rules, anyone who happens to be visitor to an assembly of a gher, should give his or her hand, even more symbolic, by pretending to do physically something helpful for. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi. Only 2.8mln out of 12-14mln Mongols live in Mongolia proper. I have dreams too: to see the Mongols together and never see many mines here.
Horses in Mongolia.
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Created on Tuesday, 02 April 2013 00:53

03.7.2012. At a temporary summer camp of a nomadic family in eastern Mongolian plains. For ventilation, a felt part of the gher's wall is seen slightly raised. The horses trained for Naadam and other races are standing on stalls between daily exercises. There are some criticism that nomads and children-jokeys get now exausted by being involved in endless horse races held often by wealthy people and politicians all year around in Mongolia. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Collecting Argals
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Created on Thursday, 28 March 2013 16:16

26.10.2012. "Argal tuukh" or collecting animal's droppings for fuel. Just pronounciation of the phrase can make any Mongol like me who grew up in the countryside nostalgic about his or her childhood and parents. As a child and a teenager I probably picked up at least 1000 bags or arag of cow droppings. Arag", the bamboo set which is seen on the woman's back is traditionally used for "argal tuukh". It's one of routine duties of Mongolian herders as well as of villagers who are still semi-nomads. And looking at the photo of the woman whom we encountered in the middle of plain, I instinctly recall my dear grand-mother, Duri Tekhiin\1916-2008\. Photo taken somewhere in County of Undurshireet, Tuv Aymag\Central Province\ by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Making Herself Up.
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Created on Sunday, 24 March 2013 03:52

After being helped by her older sister in something, she is now able to make herself up like this. After the make-up, she would probably have some breakfast-suutei tsai\tea with milk\, urum\milk cream\ and bortsog\fried butter cookies\ with sugar. So, another happy summer day is starting for the little girl who is under care of her grand-mother, older sister and few others in this nomadic settlement. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Sister's Care.
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Created on Sunday, 24 March 2013 03:26

03.7.2012. Morning. A nomadic summer campement consisting of only 3 families. Sister's care is always handy. A sister has been a great personality in a Mongolian family too. I wish I had one. Being under a care of your older sister must be nice, I guess. Unless many children who always staying in city or towns, these little girls are spending the summer in countryside, particularily with their grand-mother. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
A Spring View From A Mountain.
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Created on Friday, 22 March 2013 02:42

Spring has come to Mongolia which is overwelmingly mountainous country as seen on this picture. Snow is slowly melting because Mongolia is very sunny country with 265-270 clear skies per year. Its fairly warm one day then it's windy and bitterly cold next day-it's Mongolian spring. That's why animals and people die more often in spring than in winter. Photo taken by me-Bolod N Mukhadi.
Firing RPG Remains Under Ban.
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Created on Wednesday, 20 March 2013 03:29

Military trip including a firing RPG is still under ban for an indefinite time. Launching anti-tank rocket-propelled grenades to a car or to wreckages of cars were indeed owesome for everybody!!! Photo by Bolod N Mukhadi.
Evening At A Winter Camp.
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Created on Saturday, 16 March 2013 01:49

A winter camp of herders in the central-western Uvurkhangai Province. Because of heavy snow, there are 2 families at the campement here while 2 other families with sufficient human resourses moved out to an remote area\30km away\ where animals can still find grasses above snow. An old lady with her 15-year old grandson and a couple with their little daughters aged 4-6 could not go on such a long move in the winter. Photo taken by me-Bolod N Mukhadi.
Spring Is Coming.
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Created on Sunday, 10 March 2013 04:47

09.3.2013. Snow is actively melting today bringing another spring to the winter campement where 2 familes live in traditional brotherhood of nomads. We now see some of 300 hundred goats and 200 hundred sheeps belonging to a family who lives in the gher\felt home\ shown on the picture to return home in the evening after grazing. At end of March and in early April, sheeps, goats and cows of this campement are expected to give birth, as the herders say. Photo taken by me, Bolod N. Mukhadi.
More Worried of Mining Licences.
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Created on Monday, 04 March 2013 03:13

09.2.2013. Immensity in Mongolia-the 18th biggest land in the world. It snowed rather heavily in many parts of western Mongolia this winter causing troubles with grazing animals. So, many herders were forced to move to neighbooring counties or even to other provinces in search of grasses for their animals. On other hand, nomads are happy with these heavy snow falls saying that grasses will grow earlier and better. But Mongolian nomads are now much more worried of thousands of mining licences than these heavy snow falls. Photo is taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
A Morning Bout is Over.
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Created on Thursday, 28 February 2013 12:49

It's not just a morning exercise: because of absence of judge, the goat is declaring himself as the winner in a fight that has just ended here, at the winter campement. Although Mongolian herders always herded goats which ravage pasture with sheeps as 1\3 or 1\4 minority in a floak, since mid-90-s number of the animal has increased sharply everywhere in Mongolia for their cashmiere wool. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
Camel Riding is Best in Winter!!!
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Created on Friday, 22 February 2013 04:05

Camel riding is the best in the winter if you are dressed warm in Mongolian sheep-skin coats and jackets and you have a good guide like Mr. Bor with his good behaving two-humped animals. Camels look this beautiful in winter-they grow at best their thick furs to witstand cold temperatures. It's warm sitting on this "wool sofa" and riding comfortable being well supported by the humps!!! Instead the bactrian camels lose their furs in the summer and may look a bit ugly. The herder lives now at his winter camp located in front of spectacular Hugnu Khaan Mountains which gives a good protection from cold wind flows in central-western Mongolia. Photo taken by me, Bolod N Mukhadi.
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