Last Mongolia Blog

Finally, a last victory celebration and then a night in the yurt...

This was the main dining hall.  The people performing are doing traditional throat singing.  I'm not sure if it qualifies as music, but it was very interesting.

Three girls doing traditional acrobatic / gymnastic poses.  Crazy!!!

So cute!

Oh yeah, the moment we were waiting for, but didn't know about.  We called him Mongolian Elvis, but he was pretty current with his song selection.

Oh yeah, the Europeans couldn't help themselves.  Can you blame them?

While trying to get a picture of the sunset (ended up being behind the clouds), I caught the performers posing for some other tourists.  The woman on the right has a stack of 6 or so bowls on her head.

The star of the show, a much publicized roasted lamb.

Yummy, with the blood sausage on the right and laced with plenty of tasty fat (the white stuff was all pure lard).

Dusk at yurt 111.

Start of the sunrise, looking across the main dining hall on the left.

One of my favorites.

Took this on the way to the Xilinhot airport.  This was a very different looking rock formation than what we saw most of the time.  Beautiful, though.

Get out of the way cows!

Get out of the way, front-end-loader-with-a-motorcycle-in-the-bucket!

You can see from the shadows that this guy had his hat oriented for pure style, rather than functionality.  I think he pulls it off.

This is what happens when you get to the airport at 8am, a few hours before your flight.  Yep, that's a lock on the door.

Ah, Beijing.  It's really a stark contrast when not an hour away on the plane was crisp, clean, clear air.