After a lovely night back in Ulaankhus
we celebrated International Women’s Day at breakfast
and set off on another adventure…
And what adventure it was……
Our ‘host family’ were enchanting.
These photos give an overview of what felt,
at least for me,
home from home.
Jangalgan, with two of her children, Byekbolat (6 mth) Aydar (9 yrs)
Home from home
Boys will be boys 😂. Achbota (5 yrs) Bagdaulyet (7 yrs)
I marvel at the equanimity she showed
as she shared her very small two roomed home with 4 of us,
4 children and her mother in law,
goats, horses, dogs, yaks, sheep.
I was lucky enough to be able to wander off on my own and ride
wherever I chose.
Miles and miles of isolation.
with ice patches to challenge us
and strange land formations to fascinate us
And Claire Thomas generously captured moments for me to treasure.
We were fed, hot, tasty, warming.
Eating together was always special.
And then we were doubly honoured.
while in the process there is an
honouring of the life given up to sustain us.
Diligently, quietly, quickly,
the ordinariness of life….
There’s a funny story about the wine.
We had carried it all the way there to share.
But no one had a corkscrew.
The attempts to open the bottle could be a comedy movie in itself,
But just like the lost and found luggage,
we managed to open the bottle
(have forgotten how 😂) and celebrated appropriately.
and so to the end of a another day, remarkable in its own way.
Tomorrow brings with it adventures,
the likes of which I could not even have dreamt about.
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