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.

An adventure like no other…..

Today saw an early early start

flying from Ulaanbaatar northwest to Ogiiy

And in case you interested,

the Mazaalai is the Gobi bear.;

a subspecies of the Brown bear and critically endangered.

(we did not see any, but then again, we were not in the Gobi)

On the other hand, what we did see, is almost impossible to describe.

But being me, I will try 🙄

Ogiiy is the regional ‘city’

It is the capital of the Bayan-Ölgii Aimag (province) of Mongolia,

located in the extreme west of the country on the banks of the Khovd River.

Populations 50 000

The airport
A slog up to a viewing point
Gave us our first images of the Altai

and if you look carefully, you will see a massive land slide

and destroyed homes.

The entire suburb had to be moved and rebuilt.

All those are destroyed homes

and then off we went to our new ‘home’

not a great distance in kilometres,

but an enormous distance in experience.

Helping along the way……

And it was so so cold, I felt so sorry for this woman, pillion and half frozen.

That is Yerlan, our amazing driver, cook, mechanic, clown,

general Great Guy.

This was to be our home for the present.

A very humble, beautiful, warm, friendly home.

Two doorways. The first into a small, shall we call vestibule.

It houses animal food, animals, and general ‘stuff’

like baby bleating goats brought in from the cold at night.

Our beautiful translator and care giver, Shuakh

Our generous hostess Minekhan;

who opened her home to a stranger, me,

who when I left, felt like family

and the famous Khairatkhan, eagle hunter, our host.

He has lived with eagles for 40 years and had about ten of his own.

(they release them back into the wild after 5 years)

The eagle (almost always female) are fed once a day

and never too much (ie kept alert to hunt)

There is a fascinating video for those that are keen to know more about

eagle hunting.

Meanwhile, we stayed with him and his wife.

and I had the BEST time.

Language was no barrier as we muddled through the day,

laughed, pointed, showed and shared.

There were goats to sort
Yaks to feed
Cows to milk
Eagle to be fed

There is dung to collect

Fires to stoke

There was patience required as the tea heated

Tea, dates, biscuits, bread and honey. 🥰

Meals to share – for some reason our faces are not as happy as our souls were 😂

But here our smiles matched our soul connection.

The ubiquitous mobile – the link to the family, the country, the world.

Down Time.

Before bed

Our rooms for the night.

Beds, a luxury.

I was honoured with sharing our hosts‘ room at their insistence.

I am sure they sleep each in their own bed usually,

but they ’snuggled’ up into thesmall stretcher bed –

honoured.

A moment captured as Khairatkhan nurtures his horse

And here is an attempt to highlight the eagle hunter,

his magnificent bird

his great horse

and his life.

Did I say HORSE?

Did I say RIDING?

Did I say EAGLE HUNTING?

Yup, well next blog will bring you that…….

😂🤣

Magical Hidden Trails by Horseback

There’s always magic when you go with Laura, Christian and their crew.

Whether its your first ride ever with them :

A seven day ride up north,

A round about Victoria’s mystical Wonnangatta ride;

Or beautiful brumby territory; the Bogongs;

(you’ll be glad to know there isn’t a blog, 😝

There is a facebook album with the story on each photo –

sorry, but if you interested – open the photos individually and you will

‘get the picture, so to speak ‘ 😝

https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.6191761317509588&type=3

Or down in the Howqua ;

regardless of how many time you go.

And then there is

THIS TIME.

Where we had:

Amazing weather.

Amazing people.

Amazing horses.

In other words,

nothing has changed.

Riding with https://www.hiddentrails.com.au/

is

ALWAYS AMAZING.

And this time was no exception.

So come along ‘for the ride’

and enjoy the photos (credit to the entire gang for these)

It all began in Mansfield,

where friends from S Australia, NSW and Victoria

united over dinner and morning coffee

and off we went to Mirimbah

to meet our horses

and the Most Amazing Crew of People.

We rode up hills.

which went up, up and up

To reveal fantastic views

Whichever
way we looked

We stopped:

the horses drank and

we listened to the sound of water

We rode,

we looked,

we listened to Matt’s explanations

We went to the top of the world

Had a look around
waved goodbye

and then had one last look….

Just to make sure….
Because things may look different through the horse’s eye

We sat around

Sometimes on our horses….
Sometimes leaning against each other
Sometimes on the ground
Sometimes round the fire
Other times round a table
Sometimes unsure – a foot in each camp is probably safest
Or perhaps far from the madding crowd!

We had, as always, amazing food, fabulous fires, heaps of laughs,

And for three wonderful nights,

we had

another day to look forward to.

Like this one

Moments of quiet
Moments of laughter
And unbelievable beauty.

And just like that, it was time to leave.

Even the horses knew that.

and we hurried for those last memories to be made

Happy, contented people.

There is a ps 🤣

a mini reunion which saw us last to leave The Anvil, after midnight,

just as the rain arrived and we walked home, wet, happy, tired, tipsy

with such such special memories of a fabulous week.

And all thanks to http://www.hiddentrails.com.au/

Thanks as always to Hidden Trails.