In a country rich in nomadic traditions, the best way to get a taste of Mongolia is to do it on a horse. After a grueling 29hr train ride from Beijing to Ulan Batar (including troublesome border checks), I was itching to venture out to the endless Mongolian steppes I’ve heard so much about. The concrete post soviet era capital is more of a gateway out to the countryside, with dozens of hostels and tour agencies offering all sorts of tour packages. I was pretty lucky because I chanced upon a group of guys organizing their own trip at the hostel (Golden Gobi) and conveniently tagged along for a 6D5N horse riding adventure. It was way cheaper but if you want a hassle free trip, a package from the hostel is probably the way to go. Anyway I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
So our guides family just slaughtered their goats over the last weekend.
We camped beside random Gers along the countryside on most nights for access to water in exchange for gifts.
Just before “Sunshine” broke into a gallop. I never thought we would have the chance but after a couple of days of riding, our guide showed us how and it was crazy.
Damage done after one of the horses went crazy.
Fetching water from the well.
My horse has this thing about throwing me off when she’s drinking water.
Thank you Jan, Shamous, Jerry, Ponch, and Archardi for this awesome adventure. And to Gambar our guide!
If there is one thing you got to do in Mongolia, this is it.