Category Archives for Adventures

07Jul2014

Why Diving Dahab Rocks

Diving Dahab - looking up at the entrance to the Canyon.

Diving Dahab the visibility is always stellar, the colours crystal clear. Looking up through the Canyon, the sun beams a bright, bright blue – at night, you can watch a full moon rise over the Red Sea through 30 metres of luminescent water. Canyon is starkly beautiful – architecturally so. But at Islands, ever-changing currents […]

08Oct2013

The Tsaatan: Mongolia’s Reindeer People

White reindeer image by Lien Vinh Thai

The temperature drops at least 15°C as we head up into the taiga, the home of the Tsaatan, Mongolia’s reindeer people, the focus of our long horseback journey, the point at which we turn and head for home. The climate changes. Scant grass gives way to thick larch forest. And then a dense scrub in […]

03Oct2013

A Narrow Escape – and a River WASH!

The river we camped by outside Tsagaannuur.

As we set out from Tsagaannuur, I mount my horse. Eleven days in, I’ve got the routine down pat. Tight hold on the reins, rein hand on the saddle, whip hand on the lead rein, up and over. I’m halfway into the saddle, with one foot in a stirrup, when the bastard, bastard horse breaks […]

28Sep2013

Charon the Ferryman and Tsagaannuur

Torchlight plants by Nic McPhee.

In news from the department of the bleeding obvious, drinking horse dung juice, even mixed with vodka, has not improved Maahar’s tummy. He heads back to Renchilkhumbe to visit both a shaman and a doctor. This means poor Baatar is now in charge of five tourists (one a child), one teenage trainee guide, three packhorses […]

25Sep2013

Way to Treat a Stomach Bug, Dude

Tea bowl held at Los Angeles Museum of Art, from which the image comes.

The ger we are visiting belongs to Baatar’s sister, and a second sister is visiting. As is a young man so drunk his eyes are scarlet and teary, an absolutely charming lady with a 3-month-old baby that belongs to someone else, a couple of other randoms, and two grandkids who appear to be here for […]

22Sep2013

The One Where I Almost Get a Shower

Ger

I am more than a little discombobulated when a bunch of other tourists show up at the best ger ever, and make camp. Despite the fact that our pup tent is barely ten metres from theirs, I feel an air of distance is required. After all, they are on their adventure, and we are on […]

13Sep2013

Best… Ger… EVER

Horses, mountains and fresh grass en route to the Darkhad Depression, Mongolia.

This is the view from the best ger ever, a herd of horses passing by, untrimmed manes trailing in the breeze. It is, in fact, the classic Mongolian ger. And this is the ger itself, complete with truck. Like most larger vehicles in rural Mongolia, it seems to be more for the chaps to tinker […]

04Sep2013

Crossing the Pass — and Mongolian Horses

Zac plays in the snow in the pass from Khovsgol Nuur to the Darkhad Depression.

The mountains that divide Khovsgol Nuur from the Darkhad Depression aren’t terribly mountainous. They’re misty, sure, and a little forbidding, but rather rounded compared to the jagged and snowclad peaks that mark the Russian border to our north. But it’s a pleasant ride up to the pass, the wildflowers shading as we ascend from bright […]

02Sep2013

On Khovsgol Nuur

Khovsgol Nuur - beach and stump and reflecting waters.

There’s a pleasant rhythm to a long journey, and within an hour or so we’re in it: spotting the different types of wildflowers, keeping an eye on a dog that has decided to follow us from Khatgal, and, most often, walking sedately through the larches, their piney leaves bright with scarlet cones. Zac trots from […]

26Aug2013

Horses and Khatgal

Zac emerging from our ger in Khatgal.

“When I was 17,” Ganbaa explains, “I was a wrestler. And a group of us went to Russia, wrestling. There were no tall buildings in Ulaanbaatar at the time, and so, when we stayed in this Russian hotel, the lift was a new thing on us.” We had intended to spend one night at Ganbaa’s […]