The road to Dadal (if you call it a road) Things got ugly!
I woke up the morning after being sardined into a stuffed meeker for two days with a bruise the size of Nebraska on my calf. Ouch
A beautiful woman from Hong Kong named Esther. She is the reason that my Dadal vacation was so successful. What is it about women and their ability to make and break everything?
Okay look closely! Esther is stone sober when this picture was taken. The beer shes holding is not even open. We had come back from the first day of Naadam exhausted and the hot hosher we were eating knocked us both out before we could even start to drink...we drank them the next day. Hehe
One of our fellow travelers back to UB. I know it was pitch dark so we didnt see this until we had stopped for dinner at 11pm, but nice hand placement pal...
Okay so a Peace Corps American, a Hong Kong volunteer worker and two random Italian ladies find themselves sleeping in a Binet style log cabin in a small Mongolian town during the Naadam celebration... again, no punchline here thats just funny as hell.
Naadam Baby!!!! Dadal setup was a little swankier. We had stands to sit in and they actually had the horsemen with Yak hair standards march into the grounds. One of the horsemens horses was wild and wouldnt be approached without going crazy. It was really funny actually.
The Mongolia treat their military with a great deal of respect, and they are hard workers, but everytime i see them on display i get the feeling there this tin soldier mentality. Still, they are the ones who plant the yak standards after the horses have carted them in
When you live in a quiet town like mine when you bring a pretty girl along theres not a whole lot to show her. I settled for taking her out to the Air Force Base. The mound we are sitting on is one of the bunkers that used to house Soviet Migs....my how the mighty fall huh...
Nice archery shot taken by Esther. This town made a bigger show of archery than other towns. Good for them. I wonder why this is not as popular...must have to do with Temujin getting shot with an arrow in his war against China.
I took my new tent out for a test outside of Ondortolge before i left for my vacation in Dadal. This is me ten kilometers outside of town. It looks like that in every direction. You dont need to travel far to be in the middle of nowhere in Mongolia.
This isnt a vacation photo but the packages my mother and stepfather sent me. Hey Eric, apparently your package is the only one that the Mongolian postal service decided to randomly inspect. Mustive been a Dresden Files fan too.
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