A Privilege – that’s all I can say.

It’s taken a while to write this post.

It’s taken a while to process and absorb the day.

It’s taken the generosity of Claire Thomas Photography recording it all

for me to appreciate exactly how amazing this day was.

It began with a drive into the countryside.

An adventure in itself.

To visit another family and enjoy their remarkable hospitality.

Aykerim and her family welcomed us

with the by now, familiar and welcoming Mongolian hospitality.

(What is mine, is yours)

Even their/my horse ;

an enchanting little (they are all little)

fluffy (they are all fluffy)

aloof (they are all aloof)

nameless (they all are nameless)

and WHAT a PRIVILEGE.

A beautiful young man appeared, towering above me,

with his equally beautiful eagle on his arm.

We followed him, guided by his smile, body language and instinct.

To a world as old as time itself,

and which is slowly (and not so slowly now) fading away.

Traditionally, eagles were used to capture foxes, rabbits etc for,

apart from anything else, their skin for clothing.

With this in mind, the skins had to be whole and undamaged by the bird/s.

Therein is another part of the ‘art of the hunt’

And so we set off to see how the younger generation ‘did things’.

See A day with the King for reference.

There are no words to describe this experience, so I shall attempt to notate photos which I hope will give you a taste of the day.

(and if you want to experience it personally,

contact ClaireThomasPhotography for a private,

exclusive exposure to the nomads and their eagles.

Eagles cannot fly uphill, so they ride to the top of a hill which in itself is an achievement.
For the horse, the eagle (which is remarkably heavy)
and the rider who is balancing the bird and horse.

Once the prey (in this case a fox) has been spotted and flushed out

(there is almost always someone below – team work – even though the eagle identifies only with its handler, in this cause Baurlas,

the eagle is released.

To soar down quicker than you can blink, well almost.

And pounces on the fox. It is remarkable to watch.

The bird is so large that you cannot see the fox beneath the spread of her wings.

Speed is of the essence now as Baurlas and his horse go down the very mountainous hill as fast as they can to get to the fox before the bird damages it.

The other team member

(in this case on a motor bike 😂 the new and old world blending)

has distracted the bird with some food.

I have deliberately keep these photographs small

as I appreciate not everyone wants to see them.

Nonetheless, here is the hunter tying the fox,

(see the scratches on his hand),

while at the same time rewarding his eagle with meat.

The heavy clothes and large glove serve many purposes,

not least of which is protection.

The eagle has very long sharp talons and an equally sharp beak.

And then, of course there is the fox’s teeth and claws to contend with.

All the while, our horses wait patiently on the top of the hill.

An idea of how far away the two had gone before….

And our pleased as punch hunters return to the top again.

Where we all connect and begin the long descent back to the steppes.

And for me, at least, another wild, wonderful, experience.

Baurlas calls me alongside him – and watch what happens.

But wait, there’s more :

Pinch me……

And that was only the morning 🥰

When we got back to the home, hot lunch and time to absorb what just happened.

And the generous, lovely Baurlas again called the ‘old lady’ outside

and with a twinkle in his eye, stripped.

To reveal a very slight, very young lad under all that fur.

And then with such kindness, dressed me in his huge outfit.

Insisted I get on his horse and gave me his lovely eagle.

Such remarkable memories

Eternally grateful.

Some more images of a magical experience.

The apprentice and master

And the beautiful huntress is neatly wrapped and tied

Seemingly as happy as always for the trip ‘home’

As we farewell Aykerim and her lovely family.

When opportunity knocks

Anyone who knows me,

knows I love words……..

Whether using them (some would say too much 🤣)

writing them in long winded stories (some say often going nowhere 🤪)

or reading them. 📖

I did a blog somewhere beginning “words words words”

a la My Fair Lady and, 

when I went to look for it, I found, well not one, but two,

oh wait, three; (better stop looking 🙄).

See what I mean about me and Words, Words, Words.

So, if you are curious, or love words;

here are 3 ‘wordy’ posts. 😊

(Open the links to read 😉)

(Or not 🤣)

And then,

there was no time for words

only for horses and riding

and the joy they have brought an old gal. 

It all began when I had some time on my hands and wanted to visit

Mongolia

– not sure why –

you know I am a little crazy 🤪

Visiting Mongolia and  not including  horses just didn’t make sense

as in my mind that is where it, they, ‘all began’.   

 The marauding mongol tribes and all that.

Problem was, I was 64 and could not ride.

So I followed sage advice and settled for a ride in Margaret River –

my reckoning being it too began with an M ,

Mongolia, Margaret River.   

A start. – what could go wrong?

Well nothing,

as it transpired,

it was magical,

painful yes,

but magical.   

 https://leepowrie.com/2017/11/01/margaret-river-harmony/

Be bold and have a read – the comparison will be interesting 🤣

And with that, began the most amazing few years of learning,

exploring, expanding my world in ways I could never have dreamt of.   

And Mongolia receded into the back of my mind,

neither a need nor desire as life had me busy.

And now? 

 I hear you ask….

What are you on about –

words words words leading us nowhere……..

Well, what if I said these words were leading me

off the grid

I invite you to join me in spirit,

with a promise to share as much of my next adventure

as I can on my return to ‘the grid’ 

Life is full of surprises.   

All you have to do is keep your heart open,

your eyes looking ahead and a smile on your dial,

even in the tough times. 

And so it is that through mutual dear friends,

Mandy & Pat Retzlaff

(@Mozambique Horse Trails; 104 Horses – do read it)

I was connected with a remarkable woman,

Claire Thomas by name.    

Bold, brave, fascinating,

documenting stories, both painful and joyous

to challenge or enchant us.    

This is Claire Thomas…… 

Open the link and be blown away as I was.

Who knows what will happen if you do 😉

She has invited me to join her

and I am confident I shall be both challenged and enchanted.   

And where are we going?   

To Mongolia,

to the Altai Mountains,

via Beijing, Ulambataar….

Add to that the flight from

Melbourne to Biejing

You can see it is a Long Way.

The Altai Mountains are in the north west of Mongolia and the Britanica states :

The Altai mountains are a complex system extending approx. 2000km from the Gobi Desert, through the Western Siberian Plain, through China, Mongolia, Russia and Kazakhstan.

The name comes from Turkic-Mongolian  Altan meaning Golden.

Okay, enough words about the geography.

How about the weather?   

Right now in Melbourne we are sweltering in temperatures of 39-40 ‘C.  

Yes Celsius.

We are living in semi darkness trying to keep the heat/light out.

The kids (and dog) have moved into the living room –

it being marginally cooler than their back room.

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And ME?

I am navigating the thought of -23’ Celsius –

yup, that Is Minus!!!!!

The mind is baulking at having to think of such cold weather

when we can barely move from the heat…….

But navigate I must…..

Thankfully not the way to UB (Ulambataar)

Air China will do that,

but round the idea of cold, cold, cold.   

Sharing accommodation, (which is common when I travel), is one thing –

the added dimension of such cold makes me wonder if we will be sharing body heat too 😉 if you get what I mean.

So I found a thermorest I last used in 2001 in Nepal (long before blogging 😂) ; does it still work, am I too old to sleep on it ;

will it keep some of the cold off?

So, just like trial packing, I have done a few trial sleeps. 😉

Seems okay. 🥰

And now to the “BIG REVEAL”

I am still pinching myself at this opportunity.

I am not going on a tourist trip to Mongolia,

where we ride around on ‘tourist horses’

seeing the ‘tourist’ things.   

That would be great, I have no doubt,

but often leaves one feeling a little like a voyeur,

even a little patronising. 

 I will be going with Claire Thomas

and two others.   

We are staying in the homes of Claire’s friends.

We are following the eagle hunters.   

Bold and so so ‘from another era’
Alankush, father & Arkalak, his 12 yr old son, following in his father’s footsteps.
Carrying their eagles while riding in the Altai mountains.
26 yr old Serik Gingsbek shows off his golden eagle.

We are eating, drinking, laughing, sharing, and learning from them.

Seik Gisbek, an eagle hunter,
drinking tea while visiting Alankush.

Eagle Hunter Alankush in his home.
Dinar, wife of an eagle hunter milks her cow
Food preparation is a never ending occupation.

In return, Claire is filming their stories.  

For two reasons;

to help maintain their traditions

and

to help fund them for the future.  

Because we all know,

we have changed the world

and what sustained rural communities for centuries

no longer does. 

Which raises the question of where our responsibility lies…..

One of their urgent desires is to educate their children.

Which means sending them away to schools,

which means funding them….

Anyone interested in supporting them?

Let me know.

All the Beautiful photographs belong to Claire Thomas.

Do yourself a favour and explore her website.

Opportunity knocked.

I took it and will keep you posted.

Till next time adieu

I leave shortly.