Golden Eagle Festival

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Waiting while the plane is refuelled

After a day in Ulaan Baatar, we joined up with our pre-booked tour, which was to take us to an Eagle Hunting Festival (hunting with eagles, not for eagles) in the western part of Mongolia. We booked the tour with Nomads (http://www.nomads.mn/). We thought we were booking a group tour, but presumably no-one else booked the same tour as us, because when our guide turned up we found out that we were the only two people on the tour! Our tour was pretty expensive, but turned out to be a fantastic experience. The expense felt extravagant at the time, but I don't regret it at all now.

We spent a couple of days in Ulaan Baatar, visiting the Winter Palace and the Gandan Monastery. Our tour included meals, and entry to all of the attractions, which meant that our guide was with us for the evening meals as well as during the day.

Kazakh man playing the dhombra
This began to wear a little thin after a few days, but it was generally helpful to have an interpreter. We also got a few nights at the Continental Hotel as part of our tour, which meant that we transferred from Nasaan's Guesthouse into much swankier surroundings - one of only two occasions during our twelve months away when we stayed in a really nice hotel.

The Winter Palace is the former home of the Mongolian royal family. It contains a few small temples and also a fairly small palace buildling containing some interesting displays of some of the furniture and lavish garments which belonged to the king and queen. Gandan Monastery is the largest monastery in Ulaan Baatar, and is operating at full capacity again since the fall of communism. It's quite a large site, and contains a very large gold statue in one of the pavilions.

Kazakh family at Lake Tolbo
Gandan monastery and the Winter Palace are the only two large-scale buildings in Ulaan Baatar to survive the various trials and tribulations of the 20th century.

The fun really started for us when our tour headed out to Olgiy province, the westernmost province of Mongolia. We had set our alarms for 5am, because we were catching an early flight, but at 5.25am, just as we were eating breakfast, we had a call from our guide to inform us that the flight was delayed, and we would be picked up at 9am. We left a large collection of belongings at the hotel, in order to get our bags down under the weight limit for the flight, which was lower than we were allowed on international flights.

Putting up the tent
(Unfortunately we'd been told by our tour company that the limit was 15kg, which was exactly what our bags weighed, but it turned out that the limit was 10kg, so we had to pay for excess baggage anyway.) When we did get to the airport, we found out that the flight had been pushed back further, so headed to the restaurant to order some lunch. Just after we'd ordered, we got called for our flight! They had to bring our lunch in polystyrene cartons which we could take on the plane with us. We ended up having to eat our fried rice and vegetables with our fingers, because there was no cuttlery on the flight.

The plane was old and cramped. We all had a seat allocated on our boarding pass, but no attention was paid to this by any of the passengers; we only got to sit next to each other because another tourist offered to move for us.

Sunset over Lake Tolbo
The best bit of the flight was refuelling half way there: we landed at an airfield in the middle of nowhere, where we had the option to get off the plane if we wanted. They brought an old Russian tanker lorry over, and started refuelling. The refuelling hose had a bit of a leak, but that didn't matter, because they'd wrapped an old rag around it, and had a tray of sand to catch the drips! The guy smoking next to it didn't seem to mind!

Landing at Olgiy was eventful, as it's just a dirt landing strip. The airport building is tiny, and in the middle of a vast expanse of nothing. The toilets are the most basic of pit toilets, inside what looks like a hastily-assembled wooden hut in the car park. The baggage carousel is two blokes in a truck, who hand your bags to you over the fence at the edge of the runway.

Archery judges

We were met at the airport by our driver in his old army-green Russian jeep, and transferred to a ger camp nearby, where we would be sleeping for the next few days. Our driver was accompanied by the rest of our entourage: bearing in mind that we already had a guide, and had just acquired a driver, complete with old Russian jeep, we also now acquired a cook, who in turn came with his own driver, in an old Russian van. We now had four people looking after the two of us!

The ger camp was situated by a small river and at one side of a vast flat plain surrounded by hills. It was a truly impressive location, and with barely a soul in sight. You really felt that you were away from civilization. In reality the town of Olgiy was only a few miles away, but it's not a big place, and it's presence was only just evident in the distance.

An eagle hunter and his eagle
The place was quiet and calm, and the air clean and crisp.

The ger was pretty cold on the first night, but after that they got us a stove and it stayed nice and warm. For the first couple of days we didn't have any working showers; they were waiting for more tourists to turn up before they bothered defrosting the frozen water tank on the roof of the shower block. Once they had the showers up and working they were actually pretty good. It was cold enough that we found the need to really layer up. We hadn't really brought thick clothes with us for the trip, since we were going to be away for a year, but we had enough stuff to combine into a warm outfit. On the coldest day I ended up wearing a thermal base layer, a short-sleeved T-shirt, two long-sleeved T-shirts, a thin woolly jumper, a zip-up fleece, and my waterproof jacket, all of which combined to keep out the cold pretty effectively.

Our entourage

After a day in the ger camp we headed out to do some camping in a nearby valley. We headed out in the jeep, with the van following behind. We found the complete lack of roads in Mongolia a novel concept. People just tend to drive where other people have driven before, so you follow the tyre tracks. In some places they fan out offering many alternative routes, which rejoin each other later on. In some places a lot of skill is needed to negotiate the rough terrain. The inside of the jeep was padded on the walls and ceiling, and we were now finding out why!

We stopped and pitched the tents near a small river, and spent the night there in the wilderness. The following day, before returning to the ger camp we stopped tp visit a nomad family in their ger.

View from our campsite - Lake Tolbo
This was mentioned in the itinerary. I'd pictured a family who earned some extra money by having the tour company in once a month. It turned out that it was just some family that we'd stumbled across, but they welcomed us in. It was just two women there, as the men were all out with the animals. Sadly, they didn't speak any Mongolian - only Kazakh - so we weren't really able to communicate with them. We didn't stay very long in the end. In the evening we went to a music festival at the theatre in town. There was some impressive dhombra playing (a dhombra is a bit like a lute), as well as a fairly lengthy prize-giving ceremony, which we couldn't fathom because it was all in Kazakh. Most bizarrely as we left the theatre they were playing the theme from Titanic over the loudspeakers: this would turn out to be one of the tunes we heard most often in our year travelling.
Ger camp at sunrise

As a result of spending a day being quite frustated because of our guide's lack of Kazakh language, we phoned up our tour company to complain. After some discussion the result was that we were supplied with a second interpreter. This one spoke Kazakh and Mongolian, which meant a game of Chinese whispers if we wanted to speak to the locals, but a much better arrangement nonetheless.

The highlight of our time in Olgiy province was a trip to the Eagle Festival. It was a two day festival, and we arrived nice and early on the first day, mainly due to the fact that our guide hadn't realised that the clocks had changed by an hour overnight! This was good, though, because it meant that we got to see people arriving and setting up. Men rode in on horseback, some from very far afield, many with eagles perched on their arms.

Archery competition
The eagles are stolen as chicks and raised by the hunters, who train them to hunt small mammals. It's mostly done for sport, and perhaps some fur; they don't eat much of what the eagles catch. It was such a colourful scene. The hunters are dressed in their finest hunting clothes. The eagles are huge majestic birds.

The festival consisted of a number of traditional games and disciplines: calling the eagle from the top of a hill, to descend and land on the hunter's arm; calling the eagle to land on a fox skin dragged behind the hunters horse; archery; horse racing; a game involving picking up flags from the ground while riding past on horseback; a game involving a woman on horseback chasing a man on horseback and whipping him (I couldn't fathom the rules of that one); and my personal favourite, a game where a goat's carcass, with the head removed, is used for a type of tug-o-war, with each of two men on horseback taking two of the legs, and attempting to pull the goat out of the other's grasp, or to pull him off his horse - some of the games went on for ages, and occasionally the competitors would career into the crowd on their horses, requiring everyone to jump out of the way.

Tug-o-war with a goat's carcass
The festival was one of the true highlights of our entire year away. There were some fantastic souvenirs on sale: we puchased two large hand-embroidered wall hangings, which the locals use to decorate above the beds in their gers. We plan to hang one in our bedroom.

After two days at the festival there were still a couple of days left before we flew back to Ulaan Baatar. We headed out and camped a little distance away from town, by a lake called Lake Tolbo. Here we had a chance to meet some more nomads. This time we met more of the family, and were able to exchange some words with them, thanks to our two interpreters. We were also able to give some medicine to a man who was feeling rather under the weather, and it was good to go back the following day and find that he was feeling a bit better.

Unfathomable game where a woman chases and whips a man
He gave us a demonstration of his dhombra playing, and we were able to hold his eagle, which was amazing, and slightly scary: they have large beaks and very piercing eyes.

We found Lake Tolbo to be a most beautiful location. The lake is clear and sits on one side of a shallow valley. The ground all around is open and treeless. In the mornings there would be ice on the lake from the overnight frost. In the distance you could see a little snow on some of the higher hills.

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Waiting while the plane is refuell…
Waiting while the plane is refuel…
Kazakh man playing the dhombra
Kazakh man playing the dhombra
Kazakh family at Lake Tolbo
Kazakh family at Lake Tolbo
Putting up the tent
Putting up the tent
Sunset over Lake Tolbo
Sunset over Lake Tolbo
Archery judges
Archery judges
An eagle hunter and his eagle
An eagle hunter and his eagle
Our entourage
Our entourage
View from our campsite - Lake Tolbo
View from our campsite - Lake Tolbo
Ger camp at sunrise
Ger camp at sunrise
Archery competition
Archery competition
Tug-o-war with a goats carcass
Tug-o-war with a goat's carcass
Unfathomable game where a woman ch…
Unfathomable game where a woman c…
Picking up flags
Picking up flags
Beautiful things for sale
Beautiful things for sale
Horse racing
Horse racing
Spectators at the horse racing
Spectators at the horse racing
View from the plane
View from the plane
Olgiy airport
Olgiy airport
Looking back towards the ger camp
Looking back towards the ger camp
Bouncing along in the jeep
Bouncing along in the jeep
View from the jeep
View from the jeep
Camels
Camels
Goats and sheep being herded past …
Goats and sheep being herded past…
In Olgiy town
In Olgiy town
Wide open spaces
Wide open spaces
Camping at Lake Tolbo
Camping at Lake Tolbo
Kazakh family at Lake Tolbo
Kazakh family at Lake Tolbo
Us with a snow leopard skin
Us with a snow leopard skin
Me holding an eagle
Me holding an eagle
Early morning ice on Lake Tolbo
Early morning ice on Lake Tolbo
View from where we camped
View from where we camped
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