I was here in previous life
Yolyn Am Travel Blog› entry 6 of 15 › view all entries
We arrived at the Yolyn around 8 pm. It was much colder than I expected. There was a museum at the entrance to the park. I walked in there. Amazingly, there isn't anyone there. I know there is an entrance fee. I decided to go in and walked around the museum. The exihibit is well maintained with stuffed animals. It was nice to learn about these animals. I hope to see them on our hike tomorrow. Walking around the museum, with noone, only these stuffed animals looking at me, and the wooden floor creaked at my every step, I was a bit psyched out. Luckily Hanna decided to join me. Soon after, a little kid come by and tell me to pay my entrance fee which was only a few bucks.
Una was able to buy some meat from the ger nearby. She made the most delicious mouton soup ever.
Our group decided to wake up early tomorrow and hike in the park instead of taking the car in. I woke up around 4a.m. It was dark. The air was icy cold. But the stars were lit brightly. the sky have this strange deep blue ruby to it. A tiny line of deep red lined the mountain on the east. I wanted to see the sunrise but it was bitterly cold, so i retreated to my tent.
Morning arrived. We walked into the park. It was 10 km from where we are. I didn't know what it was but I was so weak. I was struggling to keep up with the group. We wanted to get inside the park before the crowd. I was huffing and puffing for most of the walk. My legs would not move even if I wanted it to. My body was totally disfunctional. My brain sent the message. My body didn't even bother to listen. We got in 2hr30min later. It didn't occur to me that the change of latitude would affect my physiology and 6 years of no exercise didn't help either. We didn't observe any wildlife as we had hoped for. I did see some eagles and an owl though. People decided I was disillusion from the walk. Anyway, when we finally started to hike in Yolyn Am, I couldn't help but all my morning fatigue was evaporated.
My people have settled in this little valley with tiny streams of glacial water. We were protected by the majestic mountains on both side. No one knew of our existance. People were happy. We were dancing in our thick dels decorated with beautiful embroidery. We lied on green hills and soaked up the gentle sun's strokes. Our eagles would dance above us. The little red and yellow birds sing all day long. Our sheeps and goats scattered around the mountains. Everyone was happy and enjoy this little well provided and sheltered world. I was dancing. My hair was long. My head was covered in the yellow wild poppies. But our happiness ended abruptly. We wiped out of history and mankind by the tall horse soldiers that advanced into this little valley. We fought with all our strength. In the end, we retreated to the cornered that provided us with life, and die there.
That was the image that striked my heart and moved me as my whole hike. At every corner, every turn, every flowers, I felt as if they were communicating with me, especially the flying eagles that circled the top mountain. It was a strange yet satisfying enchanted experience.