Tosontsengel

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From Khovsgol Province, we travelled southwest towards Tosontsengel. It was a whole day of travel. Somehow, we quite enjoyed the travel on the bumpy Mongolian highway. I think we felt a sense of freedom not to be found back home.

The song of East17 (Zaya likes this song) kept playing over and over again (there were other songs but I only remembered this one):

"When the thunder's calling, from the mountain high, time to stretch your wings and fly..."

I would looked out of the window to the mountains and imagined that there would be eagles coming out of the mountains. I often wondered... these were the same mountains in Jurasic times when the dinosaurs roamed freely here.

Along the road, we met the owner of a new ger camp, who is also the governer of the Tosontsengel Province. He led us to his ger camp. Along the way, we stopped by Telmen Nuur, a salt water lake.

The ger camp is in the midst of construction. There were only two gers done up - one yellow and one orange. Very unusual indeed. There were no shower facilities and running water. We had our dinner inside the ger.

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Photos

Lunch stop near Tosontsengel
Muno & Zaya tugged into traditional Mongolian dish while we waited for our instant noodles.

Ovoo at Telmen Nuur
As usual, we made 3 clockwise rounds, throwing stones to the ovoo for good luck.

Toilet with a view
The ger camp is not completed yet. So the owner put a portable toilet at this make-shift hut.