Caves, Warriors and more great food......

:: Bell Tower - Xi'an ::

Travel has definitely become a lot more challenging recently. When we left Beijing we left the tourist haven of English and picture menus behind us as well. On saying that some English menus had dishes like "Creature seeking refuge", "Moving meat", "Pakistani sky" so they didn't really enhance the decision making process. Now, faced with Chinese menus and no English speakers we seem to be constantly diving into the phrase book or taking little walks around the restaurant to see what everyone else is tucking into. The stable dish has become Kung Pao chicken ie. chicken with peanuts and chili. It's a great banker as it's on every menu - it is getting a very healthy/unhealthy run. To accompany the Kung Pao we hope for the best and point and shoot. I can hand on heart say that we're still waking up each morning looking forward to another tray of dumplings and a couple of dishes plus a Kung Pao for dinner. Perhaps it's the MSG, a healthy spoon of it seems to be an essential ingredient of most dishes.

The city of Datong turned out to be an interesting place to spend a couple of days. On arrival the local tourist office (CITS) tried to take us under their wing and do all in sundry for a "small" commission. When we arrived the office was jam packed with lots of lost looking souls frantically trying to sort out a bed for the night and a tour for the next day so we decided to take advantage and dump the bags there and find accommodation ourselves. Bag minding is not exactly their function so they weren't overly impressed with us when half and hour later the office emptied and we popped up onto their radar. Feigning interest in one of there one day all inclusive tours we managed to escape. I should add here that after managing to buy railway tickets across Russia, find all our own accommodation and make it to most tourist places on a local bus going the easy way on a tour is almost like giving up.

Staying two nights in Datong we took in the Yungang Caves and the Hanging Monastery. The Yungang Buddha Caves stretched for spectacular 2km and contained thousands of skillfully carved buddhas. The Hanging Monastery perched on the side of a cliff wasn't a climb for the fainthearted. When you're up the top you can't help but feel that there is not much holding the wooden structure up there.

From there it was on to the picturesque old walled city of Pingyao. This was our first experience of the Chinese sleeper trains. The cheap bed option here is the hard sleeper ticket. Bunks in this class are three high and so are a novelty to us. Having spent a night under a nice duvet up the very top without getting vertigo I have to say it's not the worst idea. Once you're up you're up. What is annoying about the Chinese trains is the non stop smoking and people listening to their MP3 players and crooning along.


Anyhow ... Pingyao, streets of old wooden buildings sporting red lanterns makes this place look fairytale like at night time. We rented bikes and took off on a leisurely 5km cycle to see a temple on the outskirts of the city. Unfortunately we happened upon the one signpost that pointed in the total wrong direction and an hour and a half later we arrived at a temple miles and miles away from the intended destination. We've since bought a little compass to double check dubious signposts. It all counts when you're getting there under your own steam! An added bonus of our hostel was a DVD room with a folder of bootlegged DVD's so we whiled away a few nights catching up on the latest Hollywood offerings.

Xi'an turned out to be an awful lot bigger than we expected. After coming from the small old town of Pingyao it felt like a jolt back into cosmopolitan living. The good news is that thanks to the discovery of a load of terracotta guys in 1979 it's now totally geared for tourism and there are tonnes of hotels. You can live it up in a top class hotel room with all the frills (including slippers, toothbrush, comb, soaps) for very little. We have the charade down to a fine art now. Hotels post big boards of prices (read lies) and then offer you discounts. After lots of examining of rooms, sitting on the beds, turning on and off bathroom lights, huffing and puffing,fake walkouts, and numeric offerings on calculators a price is eventually agreed. Given the right mood it can be a highly entertaining process.

The terracotta warriors are to be found in a museum outside Xi'an city. A huge complex is built over the excavated pits where they were discovered. We got a top tip to hit the place around lunch time when all the frantic tour groups (with sharp elbows) are off getting some grub. Luckily we caught this lull and didn't get crushed. The main pit with all the warriors lined up in battle formations was very impressive. What adds to the experience is that you're looking down into the trenches where they were discovered rather than walking around a modern air conditioned museum of displays . One thing neither of us realised was that all the warriors were in pieces when they were unearthed. The scale and accomplishment of the restoration process is astounding. On saying that it would seem like they have only excavated the tip of the iceberg - there is long a way to go with potentially thousands more warriors buried in the surrounding areas. We also enjoyed the history Museum in Xi'an, it has a great, chronologically laid out collection which really re-enforces how advanced the Chinese civilisations were in their craftwork and design.


We caught a local bus out to the warriors without too much trouble. Our return journey was a little more amusing ... after a few minutes the bus developed grave problems. From what we gauge every time the driver put the bus into first gear the engine choked. The mechanic in him decided that the best approach was to pull over and rev the engine in neutral hard for about 10 minutes solid. From the roomy melting backseats directly over the hot engine his troubleshooting methods left a lot to be desired. During these revving sessions if anyone dared get on or try to get off the bus they were shouted at. When we finally got into first and moved forward again it was like a reenactment of the movie "Speed". Determined to keep the bus in second gear speed the driver drove like there was a ticking bomb under us. We accelerated through amber lights and coasted slowly into red lights only to take off at the last second. We went through a toll booth at one stage where, maintaining our optimum velocity, the conductor jumped out to run ahead of the bus and pay the toll before running aside the bus and leaping back on board. Finally in the middle of a busy motorway and after leaving a long plume of black smoke behind us the driver gave in and evacuated us onto another bus.

One thing that makes Xi'an particularly unique is it's huge Muslim quarter. Sprawling for blocks upon blocks it's lined with restaurants and street carts cooking up local Xi'an specialities. At night time fairy lights light up area and people take to the street to eat a variety of street foods , most of which were new to us. Fried persimmon puddings, a huge variety of skewered things for the grill, all sorts of filled pancakes and breads made for lots of sampling.

Breaking our journey East we stopped in the town of Louyang famed for it's Buddha caves carved into the cliffside. This location was more geared for tourism that the last set of Buddha caves we saw but equally impressive. Unfortunately, many of the Buddha heads have been looted and are sitting in museums and private collections in the Western world.

When we're travelling from one "small city" to the next we have to constantly remind ourselves that a small city in China is one with a population of a mere 5 million - not a small number by any accounts elsewhere in the world. When it comes to taking a train between two cities it perfectly reasonable that thousands of locals need to make the same journey ... the logic of "it's Monday lunchtime who'd want to travel then" goes out the window. In such a populous nation that any hour is rush hour. Hard seat train travel under these conditions is an adventure in itself.

Hard seat tickets are sold first (thankfully seat assigned) and when they have sold out hard seat no seat tickets are sold. There doesn't seem to be an upper limit on these. The result is smoky carriages jammed full of people, sitting, standing, sharing seats and leaning over into any small gap. Most people typically have a huge sack that gets plonked in the aisle doubling as a seat. If anyone makes the slightest move suggesting that they will be vacating their seat there are three people actively elbowing to get into the space. With everyone shoehorned in so tight that any movement is impossible there's a shout from the back of the carriage and after a lot of grunted manoeuvring a train attendant boldly attempts to wheel a trolley, selling cling-filmed cucumbers down the aisle. It's so ridiculous that you have to laugh any ask why.... we've yet to see anyone purchase a cucumber so it's not the most profitable of food carts.

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Caves, Warriors and more great food......

:: Bell Tower - Xi'an ::

Travel has definitely become a lot more challenging recently. When we left Beijing we left the tourist haven of English and picture menus behind us as well. On saying that some English menus had dishes like "Creature seeking refuge", "Moving meat", "Pakistani sky" so they didn't really enhance the decision making process. Now, faced with Chinese menus and no English speakers we seem to be constantly diving into the phrase book or taking little walks around the restaurant to see what everyone else is tucking into. The stable dish has become Kung Pao chicken ie. chicken with peanuts and chili. It's a great banker as it's on every menu - it is getting a very healthy/unhealthy run. To accompany the Kung Pao we hope for the best and point and shoot. I can hand on heart say that we're still waking up each morning looking forward to another tray of dumplings and a couple of dishes plus a Kung Pao for dinner. Perhaps it's the MSG, a healthy spoon of it seems to be an essential ingredient of most dishes.

The city of Datong turned out to be an interesting place to spend a couple of days. On arrival the local tourist office (CITS) tried to take us under their wing and do all in sundry for a "small" commission. When we arrived the office was jam packed with lots of lost looking souls frantically trying to sort out a bed for the night and a tour for the next day so we decided to take advantage and dump the bags there and find accommodation ourselves. Bag minding is not exactly their function so they weren't overly impressed with us when half and hour later the office emptied and we popped up onto their radar. Feigning interest in one of there one day all inclusive tours we managed to escape. I should add here that after managing to buy railway tickets across Russia, find all our own accommodation and make it to most tourist places on a local bus going the easy way on a tour is almost like giving up.

Staying two nights in Datong we took in the Yungang Caves and the Hanging Monastery. The Yungang Buddha Caves stretched for spectacular 2km and contained thousands of skillfully carved buddhas. The Hanging Monastery perched on the side of a cliff wasn't a climb for the fainthearted. When you're up the top you can't help but feel that there is not much holding the wooden structure up there.

From there it was on to the picturesque old walled city of Pingyao. This was our first experience of the Chinese sleeper trains. The cheap bed option here is the hard sleeper ticket. Bunks in this class are three high and so are a novelty to us. Having spent a night under a nice duvet up the very top without getting vertigo I have to say it's not the worst idea. Once you're up you're up. What is annoying about the Chinese trains is the non stop smoking and people listening to their MP3 players and crooning along.


Anyhow ... Pingyao, streets of old wooden buildings sporting red lanterns makes this place look fairytale like at night time. We rented bikes and took off on a leisurely 5km cycle to see a temple on the outskirts of the city. Unfortunately we happened upon the one signpost that pointed in the total wrong direction and an hour and a half later we arrived at a temple miles and miles away from the intended destination. We've since bought a little compass to double check dubious signposts. It all counts when you're getting there under your own steam! An added bonus of our hostel was a DVD room with a folder of bootlegged DVD's so we whiled away a few nights catching up on the latest Hollywood offerings.

Xi'an turned out to be an awful lot bigger than we expected. After coming from the small old town of Pingyao it felt like a jolt back into cosmopolitan living. The good news is that thanks to the discovery of a load of terracotta guys in 1979 it's now totally geared for tourism and there are tonnes of hotels. You can live it up in a top class hotel room with all the frills (including slippers, toothbrush, comb, soaps) for very little. We have the charade down to a fine art now. Hotels post big boards of prices (read lies) and then offer you discounts. After lots of examining of rooms, sitting on the beds, turning on and off bathroom lights, huffing and puffing,fake walkouts, and numeric offerings on calculators a price is eventually agreed. Given the right mood it can be a highly entertaining process.

The terracotta warriors are to be found in a museum outside Xi'an city. A huge complex is built over the excavated pits where they were discovered. We got a top tip to hit the place around lunch time when all the frantic tour groups (with sharp elbows) are off getting some grub. Luckily we caught this lull and didn't get crushed. The main pit with all the warriors lined up in battle formations was very impressive. What adds to the experience is that you're looking down into the trenches where they were discovered rather than walking around a modern air conditioned museum of displays . One thing neither of us realised was that all the warriors were in pieces when they were unearthed. The scale and accomplishment of the restoration process is astounding. On saying that it would seem like they have only excavated the tip of the iceberg - there is long a way to go with potentially thousands more warriors buried in the surrounding areas. We also enjoyed the history Museum in Xi'an, it has a great, chronologically laid out collection which really re-enforces how advanced the Chinese civilisations were in their craftwork and design.


We caught a local bus out to the warriors without too much trouble. Our return journey was a little more amusing ... after a few minutes the bus developed grave problems. From what we gauge every time the driver put the bus into first gear the engine choked. The mechanic in him decided that the best approach was to pull over and rev the engine in neutral hard for about 10 minutes solid. From the roomy melting backseats directly over the hot engine his troubleshooting methods left a lot to be desired. During these revving sessions if anyone dared get on or try to get off the bus they were shouted at. When we finally got into first and moved forward again it was like a reenactment of the movie "Speed". Determined to keep the bus in second gear speed the driver drove like there was a ticking bomb under us. We accelerated through amber lights and coasted slowly into red lights only to take off at the last second. We went through a toll booth at one stage where, maintaining our optimum velocity, the conductor jumped out to run ahead of the bus and pay the toll before running aside the bus and leaping back on board. Finally in the middle of a busy motorway and after leaving a long plume of black smoke behind us the driver gave in and evacuated us onto another bus.

One thing that makes Xi'an particularly unique is it's huge Muslim quarter. Sprawling for blocks upon blocks it's lined with restaurants and street carts cooking up local Xi'an specialities. At night time fairy lights light up area and people take to the street to eat a variety of street foods , most of which were new to us. Fried persimmon puddings, a huge variety of skewered things for the grill, all sorts of filled pancakes and breads made for lots of sampling.

Breaking our journey East we stopped in the town of Louyang famed for it's Buddha caves carved into the cliffside. This location was more geared for tourism that the last set of Buddha caves we saw but equally impressive. Unfortunately, many of the Buddha heads have been looted and are sitting in museums and private collections in the Western world.

When we're travelling from one "small city" to the next we have to constantly remind ourselves that a small city in China is one with a population of a mere 5 million - not a small number by any accounts elsewhere in the world. When it comes to taking a train between two cities it perfectly reasonable that thousands of locals need to make the same journey ... the logic of "it's Monday lunchtime who'd want to travel then" goes out the window. In such a populous nation that any hour is rush hour. Hard seat train travel under these conditions is an adventure in itself.

Hard seat tickets are sold first (thankfully seat assigned) and when they have sold out hard seat no seat tickets are sold. There doesn't seem to be an upper limit on these. The result is smoky carriages jammed full of people, sitting, standing, sharing seats and leaning over into any small gap. Most people typically have a huge sack that gets plonked in the aisle doubling as a seat. If anyone makes the slightest move suggesting that they will be vacating their seat there are three people actively elbowing to get into the space. With everyone shoehorned in so tight that any movement is impossible there's a shout from the back of the carriage and after a lot of grunted manoeuvring a train attendant boldly attempts to wheel a trolley, selling cling-filmed cucumbers down the aisle. It's so ridiculous that you have to laugh any ask why.... we've yet to see anyone purchase a cucumber so it's not the most profitable of food carts.

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Welcome to the Peoples Republic of China

Leaving Mongolia behind with fantastic memories from a great 3 weeks in the country we set off bright and early on our train to Beijing, China. Along with us for the journey were a couple of "Train tour groups" - groups that has set off from Moscow to do the Trans-Siberian with either a couple of stops or none at all. In order to avoid the midnight renditions of Waltzing Matilda we took the opportunity to enjoy the comfort of our Kupe cabin for the 24hour trip through Mongolian desert and the border into China. Luckily enough we also bumped into Steve and Sarah our cabin mates from our trip into UB on the train heading to China.

Pulling into the station just inside Chinese territory (about 11pm) we were welcomed with rousing music piped into speakers dotted along the platform along with uniformed soldiers spaced the length of the train. Announcements were made in a variety of languages welcoming us to the PRC and wishing us a pleasant stay. All very well organised and an interesting introduction to China.

Following our ceremonial arrival our carriages were shunted off to siding hangers where we were able to hang out of the windows to see the changing of the wheels for the different guage line ahead. The carriages were separated then hoisted up with huge jacks before the wheels were swapped out with the new size.

Come morning we were scooting through green fields as we neared Beijing stopping briefly at a station as we crossed through the Great Wall north-weat of the city.

Arriving into Beijing we hustled our way into a taxi and from there Dee picks up the tale....


We've been sitting in a packed male dominated internet cafe for the last 6 hours trying to catch up on all our internet stuff. Suspiciously enough the same young guys from this morning are still sitting around us playing online games while they chain smoke pausing only clear their throat in a loud hock and deposit phlegm on the floor beside them. Nobody is showing any sign of moving .... this is dedication to gaming at it's best.

We've been in China for two weeks now and are loving every minute of it. Our first stop was Beijing and it didn't fail to disappoint. Despite the hazy sunshine due to pollution Beijing is a clean, vibrant hub to spend some time in. With it's many sights, specular food, maze like hutongs and colourful markets you can easily spend days exploring.

The famous Beijing hutongs are neighbourhoods of narrow roads and alleyways. Life in the hutongs seems to work like clockwork small busy family restaurants feed hundreds, rickshaws are busy delivering coal and collecting empty bottles, women separate rubbish, streets are swept and life seems to tick by with organised precision. So ... the food... it is probably best to start with that because there's been a lot of it in the last couple of weeks. After longing for a good Chinese meal for a couple of months we have been rewarded with culinary nirvana. We stayed in a hutong that was lined with amazing food. After a week of trying different places out we still hadn't scratched the surface - and to be honest we reluctantly left. One of the most enjoyable things to do was to walk up the hutong streets at different times of the day. In the early mornings the breakfast dumpling trays are stacked high later these are replaced by sizzling kebab stalls in the evening. During the day you can snack on potato pancakes, egg patties, mini candied apples, roasted chestnuts, buns.... the list goes on and on. We found one great Muslim restaurant serving tasty lamb kebabs, grilled bread and an out of this world aubergine dish. We became such regulars that we were allowed into the kitchen to see what the secret was. For the budget conscious backpacker there is even better news .... it's hard to run up a big bill in these restaurants. With the average dish costing a couple of dollars and a beer costing 30 cents everyone is a winner. Splurging we ventured to the famous Peking Duck restaurant to sample the local speciality.

In the run up to the 2008 Olympics there is an obvious drive to psych the city up for host success. Official souvenir shops are already dotted throughout the city and huge blowups of the five "friendlies" logos hold centre stage in Tiananmen Square. The level of readiness would almost fool you into thinking the games will be in a matter of weeks. Unfortunately as part of it's modernisation for the games the government is demolishing some of the old cosy hutongs forcing families, street vendors and small business out and replacing them with wide glitzy touristy streets. It seems such a shame as the character and history of area dies as well. Probably the biggest challenge for Beijing is improving the air quality in time. There are rumours of factories shutting during the games - it will certainly be interesting to see how it all pans out.

No trip to Beijing is complete without seeing the wall of all walls. The Great Wall of China zigzags 6,700 kilometers from east to west of China. We decided to work up an appetite by hiking the steep rocky 10 km stretch between Jinshanling and Simatai. This part of the wall has not been renovated like much of the other sections outside Beijing. This made it a challenging climb through ruins and crumbling steps often at a 70 degree angle. At the peaks was amazing to gaze into the horizon and see the wall snake into the horizon over steep mountains.
Back on the flat (and a little stiff) we visited Tiananmen Square, joined the queue and paid our respects to a pickled glowing Mao on view in his huge mausoleum. We saw Lenin last month in Moscow so we're going for the trio! Then it was on to the immense Forbidden City, right in the heart of Beijing this complex of palaces was home to two dynasties of emperors and thus off limits to Joe Soap for 500 years. You need an entire day to wander around the grounds and take it all in.

When the Beijing summers got a little too hot for the emperors they hightailed it off to the Summer Palace. The grounds and scale of this park is astounding. It has it's own artificial lake and lots of little gardens, plenty of room for chilling out. We spent a lovely day there soaking up the atmosphere and watching people fly their kites ridiculously high. Beijing certainly whetted our appetite for more. After eventually checking out of our friendly budget "Wanch Hotel" we escaped Beijing via hard seat on a smokey train to the city of Datong in the province of Shanxi.

Read more...

Welcome to the Peoples Republic of China

Leaving Mongolia behind with fantastic memories from a great 3 weeks in the country we set off bright and early on our train to Beijing, China. Along with us for the journey were a couple of "Train tour groups" - groups that has set off from Moscow to do the Trans-Siberian with either a couple of stops or none at all. In order to avoid the midnight renditions of Waltzing Matilda we took the opportunity to enjoy the comfort of our Kupe cabin for the 24hour trip through Mongolian desert and the border into China. Luckily enough we also bumped into Steve and Sarah our cabin mates from our trip into UB on the train heading to China.

Pulling into the station just inside Chinese territory (about 11pm) we were welcomed with rousing music piped into speakers dotted along the platform along with uniformed soldiers spaced the length of the train. Announcements were made in a variety of languages welcoming us to the PRC and wishing us a pleasant stay. All very well organised and an interesting introduction to China.

Following our ceremonial arrival our carriages were shunted off to siding hangers where we were able to hang out of the windows to see the changing of the wheels for the different guage line ahead. The carriages were separated then hoisted up with huge jacks before the wheels were swapped out with the new size.

Come morning we were scooting through green fields as we neared Beijing stopping briefly at a station as we crossed through the Great Wall north-weat of the city.

Arriving into Beijing we hustled our way into a taxi and from there Dee picks up the tale....


We've been sitting in a packed male dominated internet cafe for the last 6 hours trying to catch up on all our internet stuff. Suspiciously enough the same young guys from this morning are still sitting around us playing online games while they chain smoke pausing only clear their throat in a loud hock and deposit phlegm on the floor beside them. Nobody is showing any sign of moving .... this is dedication to gaming at it's best.

We've been in China for two weeks now and are loving every minute of it. Our first stop was Beijing and it didn't fail to disappoint. Despite the hazy sunshine due to pollution Beijing is a clean, vibrant hub to spend some time in. With it's many sights, specular food, maze like hutongs and colourful markets you can easily spend days exploring.

The famous Beijing hutongs are neighbourhoods of narrow roads and alleyways. Life in the hutongs seems to work like clockwork small busy family restaurants feed hundreds, rickshaws are busy delivering coal and collecting empty bottles, women separate rubbish, streets are swept and life seems to tick by with organised precision. So ... the food... it is probably best to start with that because there's been a lot of it in the last couple of weeks. After longing for a good Chinese meal for a couple of months we have been rewarded with culinary nirvana. We stayed in a hutong that was lined with amazing food. After a week of trying different places out we still hadn't scratched the surface - and to be honest we reluctantly left. One of the most enjoyable things to do was to walk up the hutong streets at different times of the day. In the early mornings the breakfast dumpling trays are stacked high later these are replaced by sizzling kebab stalls in the evening. During the day you can snack on potato pancakes, egg patties, mini candied apples, roasted chestnuts, buns.... the list goes on and on. We found one great Muslim restaurant serving tasty lamb kebabs, grilled bread and an out of this world aubergine dish. We became such regulars that we were allowed into the kitchen to see what the secret was. For the budget conscious backpacker there is even better news .... it's hard to run up a big bill in these restaurants. With the average dish costing a couple of dollars and a beer costing 30 cents everyone is a winner. Splurging we ventured to the famous Peking Duck restaurant to sample the local speciality.

In the run up to the 2008 Olympics there is an obvious drive to psych the city up for host success. Official souvenir shops are already dotted throughout the city and huge blowups of the five "friendlies" logos hold centre stage in Tiananmen Square. The level of readiness would almost fool you into thinking the games will be in a matter of weeks. Unfortunately as part of it's modernisation for the games the government is demolishing some of the old cosy hutongs forcing families, street vendors and small business out and replacing them with wide glitzy touristy streets. It seems such a shame as the character and history of area dies as well. Probably the biggest challenge for Beijing is improving the air quality in time. There are rumours of factories shutting during the games - it will certainly be interesting to see how it all pans out.

No trip to Beijing is complete without seeing the wall of all walls. The Great Wall of China zigzags 6,700 kilometers from east to west of China. We decided to work up an appetite by hiking the steep rocky 10 km stretch between Jinshanling and Simatai. This part of the wall has not been renovated like much of the other sections outside Beijing. This made it a challenging climb through ruins and crumbling steps often at a 70 degree angle. At the peaks was amazing to gaze into the horizon and see the wall snake into the horizon over steep mountains.
Back on the flat (and a little stiff) we visited Tiananmen Square, joined the queue and paid our respects to a pickled glowing Mao on view in his huge mausoleum. We saw Lenin last month in Moscow so we're going for the trio! Then it was on to the immense Forbidden City, right in the heart of Beijing this complex of palaces was home to two dynasties of emperors and thus off limits to Joe Soap for 500 years. You need an entire day to wander around the grounds and take it all in.

When the Beijing summers got a little too hot for the emperors they hightailed it off to the Summer Palace. The grounds and scale of this park is astounding. It has it's own artificial lake and lots of little gardens, plenty of room for chilling out. We spent a lovely day there soaking up the atmosphere and watching people fly their kites ridiculously high. Beijing certainly whetted our appetite for more. After eventually checking out of our friendly budget "Wanch Hotel" we escaped Beijing via hard seat on a smokey train to the city of Datong in the province of Shanxi.

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Flying blind

Hi All

Since we arrived in China we have not been able to get to our blog site to see how things publish so you will have to forgive us if we post something that really horks things up.
In this spirit I am trying something new below, posting a link to our flickr slideshow from Mongolia, I hope it works and I hope you like it.

marcus

Sensational Mongolia

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Flying blind

Hi All

Since we arrived in China we have not been able to get to our blog site to see how things publish so you will have to forgive us if we post something that really horks things up.
In this spirit I am trying something new below, posting a link to our flickr slideshow from Mongolia, I hope it works and I hope you like it.

marcus

Sensational Mongolia

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this is a test

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Must-See Mongolia

Mongolia is a spectacular country with some of the most generous hospitality and unique experiences you could ever hope to enjoy.

We're back in the capital of Ulaan Baatar after an amazing 10 day trip into the Mongolian countryside. I'll start by saying that the hallelujah chorus stuck up as we drove back into the city in the knowledge that a hot shower and change of clothes was in our immediate future. The last 10 days have been pretty full on, we have been sleeping on ger floors at night and by the end of the trip we had every Mongolian mammals manure over our trousers and half the Gobi desert in our hair.

The night before we left on the tour we went to dinner with a group of people all departing on Gobi trips the following day. For some reason that completely baffled us later, someone suggested that we go to a Mongolian restaurant for a taste of the local cuisine. UB has a plethora of western restaurants so it's pretty easy to eat any kind of food. Instead of savouring a big pizza or burger for our "Last Supper" we headed off for a big cheap dinner of mutton and noodles. This proved to be a very big mistake to make the night before heading out into the Mongolian wilderness where days of mutton lay in wait for us.

The countryside of Mongolia is completely desolate. There is not a lot there at all at all. Of the 2 million people living in Mongolia, about 850,000 of these live in the capital, UB and everyone else lives in traditional gers in the countyside. One of the first things you notice about the countryside is the sheer emptiness of it. Traditional nomadic herdsmen keep goats, sheep, camels, horses and dogs. There are no such thing as fences, the animals forage for grass during the day .. the average Irish cow would probably last about 10 minutes before getting hungry. When the animals have eaten everything around the ger or if the season changes the family takes the ger down and moves it to a new location. It's a nomadic lifestyle where nothing much has changed (even the gers) in the last 800 years. All the families we visited were in their autumn places and getting ready to move to their winter location to endure months of below freezing temperatures. The gers themselves are a simple wooden frame supported by two central columns covered in felt with a smoke hole in the centre. Apparently one can be put up by two men in a couple of hours.

Joining us on the trip were our friends Roger and Cindy and our trusty guide/driver/translator/all around top guy Miga. We headed off in good spirits stopping at a supermarket to buy some presents for the families and extra supplies for ourselves (highly necessary stuff like Werthers Originals, tinned peanuts and noodles). We had only gone a little way along the road when we came upon a truck that had careered into the ditch at the side of the road. The boys got out to help unload it's over sized cargo of pine nuts and push/tow the vehicle back onto the road. Everyone helps each other out ... it's necessary because there aren't very many other cars on the roads so if you breakdown you can be there a long time. We had a fully paved road for about 4 hours the first day and then we turned off into a dirt track. We didn't drive on another paved road until the last day of the trip when we were about 30 minutes outside UB. Needless to say with so few cars on the road the road rules become a bit arbitrary - but one thing that made us chuckle was going past a truck parked up in the dead centre of the 2 lane road (on the only good bit of paved road going)....as we went past we could see the two guys asleep in the cab, seemed like a reasonable place to park for a nap...to them at least.




:: Erdene Zuu in Kharkhorin ::


We spent our first night in a tourist ger in the small city of Kharkhorin. Tourist gers are beginning to pop up near popular sights to provide comfort (read hard bed) accommodation for the increasing number of tourists visiting. A musician, in full Mongolian dress, called Baska knocked on our door after dinner to inform us that he would be coming around to our ger later to perform a concert. Baska also happens to be the local air traffic controller for the town - you wouldn't have guessed it in a million years! All the other tourists from the gers around us crowded into our little ger. To be honest it was a bit infuriating because they were all on their day 9 of their trips going the opposite direction and they smelt. They also sat up on our nice beds in their bare feet and didn't make any excuses for it. By day 5 we would feel the same. The concert was great, Baska was master of numerous Mongolian instruments, an expert throat singer and knew lots of songs about horses (Mongolia's most precious animal) The concert became an extended event after a bottle of vodka was produced ... it turned out that Baska was a sing for your supper kinda guy. Miga, our guide also surprised us by pulling out a flute and singing some duets with Baska.

:: Air traffic controller by day ... ::

Our family ger experiences were a dive off the deep end into a world of the unknown. We pulled up to a family ger and all clambered out and in the door making sure to enter and move clockwise around the space. The doors are tiny and at some point we all whacked our head on the way in much to the amusement of all the families. Once welcomed inside the ger we would sit on the floor and drink some tea (watery milk with some tea stalks and salt in it) and eat some Aaruul (curdled milk, dehydrated and thoroughly dried in the air and sun).


A busy family ger is a far cry from the plush tourist gers.
The more well off families (less than half of the ones we stayed with) had satellite TV and a light running off a car battery.... in every case these families were highly addicted to soaps beamed from Korea! Each family we stayed with was very different, all were extremely interested in us all, our countries and what we thought of Mongolia. One surprising aspect of the nomadic family life was the importance they placed on education. All children over 7 years were sent away to live in the nearest village so that they could attend school. This leaves families without an all important pair of extra hands, we also met a little boy who was too young to go to school along with his older brothers and sisters and so felt lonely as the only kid around for miles.
The family gers are all laid out the same way. The doorway always faces south. The khoimer, which is directly opposite the door, is where valuable objects are stored or displayed, as well as a small Buddhist shine. Most families also keep a collage of photographs of family at the back of the ger. There is a dung fired cooking stove in the middle of the floor, some families have a bed each side some families sleep on the floor. The male area is on western or left side of the ger. Here a man keeps his bridles, Airag (fermented mare's milk) and Arkhi. Women traditionally have the eastern side of a ger, where they keep kitchen utensils and their belongings.

:: The Mongolian horses are small but very strong (proof sitting 2nd from right) ::

The Mongolian people use EVERY part of the animal ... there is no such thing as waste . As water is precious it is used sparingly. People drink milk 24X7 .. horse's milk, sheep's milk, goats milk camels milk. Their diet consist of noodles, lots and lots of mutton and horse meat. Often times breakfast, lunch and dinner are the same meal. Women take great pride in making Airag, the fermented mares milk. Heaving with live bacteria this is sure to toughen any digestive system up.

One family we stayed with held the title of having award winning Airag (from the local show) ...always good to sample the gold standard beverages! The women work hard milking the goats and horses mulitple times a day, looking after children and cooking the meals. The girls in our group were put to work milking the horses and goats and making the dinner while the boys relaxed. Ok ... well once they had to cut some wood and carry a fence.

Our ten day trip of 2000KM looped around the must see spots of Mongolia including the awesome Gobi desert sand dunes, Flaming Cliffs and Eagle valley. The highlight was without doubt climbing the towering sand dunes of the Gobi desert. We arrived there at sunset to see the sun spectacularly disappear behind the dunes. Waking the next morning to a gloriously sunny day we scaled the 250 meter high dunes and hiked along the ridges at the top. It was an incredible experience. The dunes form very steep sides, looking very much like snow on a mountain. The wind at the top was whipping and kept challenging your balance as you inched along the sharp ridge lines. Some of the sand that is windswept was firm enough to hold your weight if you managed to put your foot down flat, other times it was like climbing straight uphill in porridge. The climb up was hard, the walk along the top was exhilarating, the run straight down was a great rush after the hard work.
Most of the tours are done in big Russian vans that look like duplo lego cars. They are notorious for breaking down and apparently you have to stop every couple of hundred kms to let the engine cool down and start up the engine a couple of times during the night to prevent fluids from freezing. Our van turned out to be a 10 year old Mitsubishi so it was plush in comparison! Suspension is all important on the atrocious roads. Well not so much roads as car tracks through grassland, rivers and mountain passes. Miga had an incredible sense of direction, working only off landmarks and contours (and directions from a few friendly horsemen along the way ;-) ).

One of the challenges was finding where his friends Ger was pitched when we went looking to stay...they are all white and most are dotted away from sight of the roads.

Our vehicle only broke down twice .. a puncture in the middle of the Gobi desert turned out to be a cracked swing arm. Miga managed to MacGyver himself out of the situation which was just as well because we hadn't seen nor didn't see a car for the rest of the day.

:: Russian Van ::

We went to a village the next day to find a welder .... some creative wiring was used to connect up the welding machine to the towns power lines (direct from the generator). Doesn't look particularly safe!

We trundled through a couple of the local provinces main villages on our way around the South of the country. We would stop to pick up some supplies at the local markets. If you ever get the chance, grab yourself some fresh pine nuts, everyone here munches them when they are in season (cracking the kernals from the husk in their mouth). One thing that added colour to these markets were the surprising find of outdoor pool halls, basically 6 or so tables surrounded by the obligatory youths...

Thanks to our guide Miga we had an incredibly memorable and authentic experience of Mongolian life. We even got to taste a marmot- acquired on the black market at a roadside cafe-ger (seemingly they are not meant to be hunted anymore)

:: Miga and our trusty Mitsubishi ::

:: The Marmot (deceased) ::

We really enjoyed our time in Mongolia, it was a privilege to have spent time quality time with all the families. Each night we would drive, sometimes for miles looking for a family. We would pull up to a random ger and the family would welcome us in and give us food and their floor to sleep on for the night, it was an overwhelming display of hospitality and generosity which is a rarity these days in most places in the world. The Mongolian people carry on their traditional simple nomadic way of life surviving harsh conditions. As television and mobile phones penetrate the wilds of Mongolia (ahead of roads and running water) one has to wonder how many more centuries this way of life will exist for.

As I said at the beginning ... a hot shower, de-sanding and a couple of nights in a softbed back in UB was welcomed by all. Following the trip we chilled out in UB for a couple of days, enjoying some of the..ahem... imported cuisines before jumping our train for the last hop of our journey that begun in St Petersburg...through the Great Wall into Beijing.

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Must-See Mongolia

Mongolia is a spectacular country with some of the most generous hospitality and unique experiences you could ever hope to enjoy.

We're back in the capital of Ulaan Baatar after an amazing 10 day trip into the Mongolian countryside. I'll start by saying that the hallelujah chorus stuck up as we drove back into the city in the knowledge that a hot shower and change of clothes was in our immediate future. The last 10 days have been pretty full on, we have been sleeping on ger floors at night and by the end of the trip we had every Mongolian mammals manure over our trousers and half the Gobi desert in our hair.

The night before we left on the tour we went to dinner with a group of people all departing on Gobi trips the following day. For some reason that completely baffled us later, someone suggested that we go to a Mongolian restaurant for a taste of the local cuisine. UB has a plethora of western restaurants so it's pretty easy to eat any kind of food. Instead of savouring a big pizza or burger for our "Last Supper" we headed off for a big cheap dinner of mutton and noodles. This proved to be a very big mistake to make the night before heading out into the Mongolian wilderness where days of mutton lay in wait for us.

The countryside of Mongolia is completely desolate. There is not a lot there at all at all. Of the 2 million people living in Mongolia, about 850,000 of these live in the capital, UB and everyone else lives in traditional gers in the countyside. One of the first things you notice about the countryside is the sheer emptiness of it. Traditional nomadic herdsmen keep goats, sheep, camels, horses and dogs. There are no such thing as fences, the animals forage for grass during the day .. the average Irish cow would probably last about 10 minutes before getting hungry. When the animals have eaten everything around the ger or if the season changes the family takes the ger down and moves it to a new location. It's a nomadic lifestyle where nothing much has changed (even the gers) in the last 800 years. All the families we visited were in their autumn places and getting ready to move to their winter location to endure months of below freezing temperatures. The gers themselves are a simple wooden frame supported by two central columns covered in felt with a smoke hole in the centre. Apparently one can be put up by two men in a couple of hours.

Joining us on the trip were our friends Roger and Cindy and our trusty guide/driver/translator/all around top guy Miga. We headed off in good spirits stopping at a supermarket to buy some presents for the families and extra supplies for ourselves (highly necessary stuff like Werthers Originals, tinned peanuts and noodles). We had only gone a little way along the road when we came upon a truck that had careered into the ditch at the side of the road. The boys got out to help unload it's over sized cargo of pine nuts and push/tow the vehicle back onto the road. Everyone helps each other out ... it's necessary because there aren't very many other cars on the roads so if you breakdown you can be there a long time. We had a fully paved road for about 4 hours the first day and then we turned off into a dirt track. We didn't drive on another paved road until the last day of the trip when we were about 30 minutes outside UB. Needless to say with so few cars on the road the road rules become a bit arbitrary - but one thing that made us chuckle was going past a truck parked up in the dead centre of the 2 lane road (on the only good bit of paved road going)....as we went past we could see the two guys asleep in the cab, seemed like a reasonable place to park for a nap...to them at least.




:: Erdene Zuu in Kharkhorin ::


We spent our first night in a tourist ger in the small city of Kharkhorin. Tourist gers are beginning to pop up near popular sights to provide comfort (read hard bed) accommodation for the increasing number of tourists visiting. A musician, in full Mongolian dress, called Baska knocked on our door after dinner to inform us that he would be coming around to our ger later to perform a concert. Baska also happens to be the local air traffic controller for the town - you wouldn't have guessed it in a million years! All the other tourists from the gers around us crowded into our little ger. To be honest it was a bit infuriating because they were all on their day 9 of their trips going the opposite direction and they smelt. They also sat up on our nice beds in their bare feet and didn't make any excuses for it. By day 5 we would feel the same. The concert was great, Baska was master of numerous Mongolian instruments, an expert throat singer and knew lots of songs about horses (Mongolia's most precious animal) The concert became an extended event after a bottle of vodka was produced ... it turned out that Baska was a sing for your supper kinda guy. Miga, our guide also surprised us by pulling out a flute and singing some duets with Baska.

:: Air traffic controller by day ... ::

Our family ger experiences were a dive off the deep end into a world of the unknown. We pulled up to a family ger and all clambered out and in the door making sure to enter and move clockwise around the space. The doors are tiny and at some point we all whacked our head on the way in much to the amusement of all the families. Once welcomed inside the ger we would sit on the floor and drink some tea (watery milk with some tea stalks and salt in it) and eat some Aaruul (curdled milk, dehydrated and thoroughly dried in the air and sun).


A busy family ger is a far cry from the plush tourist gers.
The more well off families (less than half of the ones we stayed with) had satellite TV and a light running off a car battery.... in every case these families were highly addicted to soaps beamed from Korea! Each family we stayed with was very different, all were extremely interested in us all, our countries and what we thought of Mongolia. One surprising aspect of the nomadic family life was the importance they placed on education. All children over 7 years were sent away to live in the nearest village so that they could attend school. This leaves families without an all important pair of extra hands, we also met a little boy who was too young to go to school along with his older brothers and sisters and so felt lonely as the only kid around for miles.
The family gers are all laid out the same way. The doorway always faces south. The khoimer, which is directly opposite the door, is where valuable objects are stored or displayed, as well as a small Buddhist shine. Most families also keep a collage of photographs of family at the back of the ger. There is a dung fired cooking stove in the middle of the floor, some families have a bed each side some families sleep on the floor. The male area is on western or left side of the ger. Here a man keeps his bridles, Airag (fermented mare's milk) and Arkhi. Women traditionally have the eastern side of a ger, where they keep kitchen utensils and their belongings.

:: The Mongolian horses are small but very strong (proof sitting 2nd from right) ::

The Mongolian people use EVERY part of the animal ... there is no such thing as waste . As water is precious it is used sparingly. People drink milk 24X7 .. horse's milk, sheep's milk, goats milk camels milk. Their diet consist of noodles, lots and lots of mutton and horse meat. Often times breakfast, lunch and dinner are the same meal. Women take great pride in making Airag, the fermented mares milk. Heaving with live bacteria this is sure to toughen any digestive system up.

One family we stayed with held the title of having award winning Airag (from the local show) ...always good to sample the gold standard beverages! The women work hard milking the goats and horses mulitple times a day, looking after children and cooking the meals. The girls in our group were put to work milking the horses and goats and making the dinner while the boys relaxed. Ok ... well once they had to cut some wood and carry a fence.

Our ten day trip of 2000KM looped around the must see spots of Mongolia including the awesome Gobi desert sand dunes, Flaming Cliffs and Eagle valley. The highlight was without doubt climbing the towering sand dunes of the Gobi desert. We arrived there at sunset to see the sun spectacularly disappear behind the dunes. Waking the next morning to a gloriously sunny day we scaled the 250 meter high dunes and hiked along the ridges at the top. It was an incredible experience. The dunes form very steep sides, looking very much like snow on a mountain. The wind at the top was whipping and kept challenging your balance as you inched along the sharp ridge lines. Some of the sand that is windswept was firm enough to hold your weight if you managed to put your foot down flat, other times it was like climbing straight uphill in porridge. The climb up was hard, the walk along the top was exhilarating, the run straight down was a great rush after the hard work.
Most of the tours are done in big Russian vans that look like duplo lego cars. They are notorious for breaking down and apparently you have to stop every couple of hundred kms to let the engine cool down and start up the engine a couple of times during the night to prevent fluids from freezing. Our van turned out to be a 10 year old Mitsubishi so it was plush in comparison! Suspension is all important on the atrocious roads. Well not so much roads as car tracks through grassland, rivers and mountain passes. Miga had an incredible sense of direction, working only off landmarks and contours (and directions from a few friendly horsemen along the way ;-) ).

One of the challenges was finding where his friends Ger was pitched when we went looking to stay...they are all white and most are dotted away from sight of the roads.

Our vehicle only broke down twice .. a puncture in the middle of the Gobi desert turned out to be a cracked swing arm. Miga managed to MacGyver himself out of the situation which was just as well because we hadn't seen nor didn't see a car for the rest of the day.

:: Russian Van ::

We went to a village the next day to find a welder .... some creative wiring was used to connect up the welding machine to the towns power lines (direct from the generator). Doesn't look particularly safe!

We trundled through a couple of the local provinces main villages on our way around the South of the country. We would stop to pick up some supplies at the local markets. If you ever get the chance, grab yourself some fresh pine nuts, everyone here munches them when they are in season (cracking the kernals from the husk in their mouth). One thing that added colour to these markets were the surprising find of outdoor pool halls, basically 6 or so tables surrounded by the obligatory youths...

Thanks to our guide Miga we had an incredibly memorable and authentic experience of Mongolian life. We even got to taste a marmot- acquired on the black market at a roadside cafe-ger (seemingly they are not meant to be hunted anymore)

:: Miga and our trusty Mitsubishi ::

:: The Marmot (deceased) ::

We really enjoyed our time in Mongolia, it was a privilege to have spent time quality time with all the families. Each night we would drive, sometimes for miles looking for a family. We would pull up to a random ger and the family would welcome us in and give us food and their floor to sleep on for the night, it was an overwhelming display of hospitality and generosity which is a rarity these days in most places in the world. The Mongolian people carry on their traditional simple nomadic way of life surviving harsh conditions. As television and mobile phones penetrate the wilds of Mongolia (ahead of roads and running water) one has to wonder how many more centuries this way of life will exist for.

As I said at the beginning ... a hot shower, de-sanding and a couple of nights in a softbed back in UB was welcomed by all. Following the trip we chilled out in UB for a couple of days, enjoying some of the..ahem... imported cuisines before jumping our train for the last hop of our journey that begun in St Petersburg...through the Great Wall into Beijing.

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