9 - 9. TO THE BORDER
8 - 9. SEE WHAT I CAN DO!
All for now, Green Car
8 - 9. WE EAT A GOAT
In the afternoon Morten and Nina was sent ahead in the support car to reach the Chinese border before their bus to Beijing left. We hugged and waved. It was Hjalte's birthday, so when Mugdi returned with the support car we told him we would like to experience a real Mongolian meal. By chance and luck two gers stood not far away. Goats and sheep was milling around. A smiling old woman received us. Who should cook the diner? "Me!" said Mugdi. We went in his jeep and cached a goat. The goat was a birthday-present from Claus and Karen Elise. Mugdi killed the goat in the traditional Mongolian way cutting a slit in the belly of the goat and trusting in his hand and blocking blood to the heart. The goat was cut open and parted and not a drop of blood was spilt. Next came the cooking. It was done by putting meat and stones heated in fire in big pot with some water. 50 minutes later Mugdi could serve the best-tasting goat meat and offer us a toast of Mongolian vodka made by distilling fermented goat-milk. Smoke swirled around the tiny ger in the light of our small pocket lamp.
7 - 9. THE GOBI DESERT
6 - 9. GREETINGS FROM GREEN CAR
All the best from Green Car.
6 - 9. DANGEROUS MISHAPS IN THE DESERT
5 - 9. UNDER THE BIG UMBRELLA OF THE STARS
4 - 9. THE DESERT
3 - 9. THE PRESIDENT'S CHAIR
The day started drinking milk-tea in a poor family's ger (Mongolian felt-tent). On the road we were overtaken by ten black speeding Land Cruisers with flashing lights. "The president" said Mugdi, our driver. At a gas-station we met the US ambassador to Mongolia. At midday we were chased away from the main square of Choir, a windy western town at the edge of the desert because important people celebrated work on the road to China. The tarmac ended and we hit the dirt-road. The track was marked with blue flags leading us to a beautiful ger. Workers were disasembling the tent but quickly got os seated in the president's chair and the table was put up again. Full of laughter they served us the leftovers of the president's bread and Mongolian cheese, while we took turns sitting in the chair.