After posting my faux fish rant post (I promise I will write it), my blogging buddy My English Thoughts asked me to share some of my round-the-world adventure photos. As it took me a year, I won’t post all of them… Today I present my Russia to Mongolia pictures.
I also kept a blog up on myspace. I won’t subject you to all the posts, but here’s two from Mongolia.
4 July 2006
Don’t try and catch a marshmallow that has just been freshly toasted. Especially when you’re up a mountain with no river to be seen and you’re a days hiking away from civilisation, where you have to scramble down several rock fields, jumping from one precarious rock edge to another.
11 July 2006
Today was the unveiling of the great Chingis Khaan statute that was only finished yesterday. You may know Chingis as Genigis Khan, a blood thirsty murderer who conquered half of the world.
However to Mongolians, he is a national hero who, 800 years ago, united warring tribes and named the country as it is known as today. They have this a long time coming and the date set. The national press and the world were invited and were watching, even the Duke of York arrived yesterday celebrate this tiny, landlocked nation and to watch the festival of Nadaam.
The ceremony took place in the main square called Shukhbaatar Square against the back drop of the unfinished parliament building, which was supposed to have been completed for today. The scaffold was still up and every so often the wind blew building dust across the delegates and press, blurring the vision of many.
There was an impressive start with a marching band, music and the nine horsehair banners called Sulde that Chingis rode with made their appearance. However, the ceremony then stopped for about half and hour and nothing seemed to happen. Not exactly running smooth.
The preceding resumed with a round of speeches, and then for the moment that everyone was waiting for, the unveiling of Chingis himself. Except, this is Mongolia. The blue fabric wound not come off, part of the taupe that hid the scaffold fell down and the piece d’ressistance, one of the blokes from the media fell down the side of the stairs and broke one of the slates. Health and safety in this country is not a big priority here.
After the music stopped playing, everyone rushed to touch the Khaan and to photograph the Sulde. It will be interesting at the opening ceremony of Nadaam.
PS – RTW= round the world. (In case you didn’t know).