We visited another ger camp outside of Ulaanbataar and it was quite different form the one in the Gobi. It was surrounded by rolling hills and had sheep, goats, horses, cows, and yaks feeding on the ranges.
The horse on the left has his tail wrapped in a stocking. His tail will be used for the strings on the traditional fiddle.
Narki, our guide taught us a knuckle bone game in our ger.
We had to stop for this herd of yak as they crossed the road.
We saw a hawk swooping down on a duck and ducklings. This traffic policeman was more interested in being able to catch the duck so he could roast it than sorting out the traffic that had also stopped to watch the hawk.
An evening dust storm.
We climbed to the top of a hill and guess whose huge statue we saw in the distance!
We are off to catch a train to Irkutsk and will get back to the blog once we are in Russia.
