Central Mongolia, Day Three
We leave a wildly waving, jumping Muugi in the morning and head north toward the town of Tsetserleg. The three of us can’t help but notice that Shaga seems less sure about this route than in days past. “This is new road. We don’t go around mountain, we go over mountain.” He stops at many gers before lunch to make sure he’s still on the right track. We’re hungry so he stops at a cluster of four gers along the pass and asks them if they’ll cook us lunch. All of the places we’ve stopped so far have been either friends of his or Ogie’s, but these folks seem like they haven’t laid eyes on foreigners for ages. Within two minutes every other ger is emptied and sitting around our ger to gawk. I wonder how long they’ll talk about the day the pale-faces turned up.
Tags: Eurasia: Marco Polo-in' it, Mongolia
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