Visiting the Nomads
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BOLOD.
"I'm Bolod, an experienced Mongol guide and a travel arranger who speaks Italian, English, Russian and French. "
In our the Bolod Guesthouse which is on Booking.com, you'll find 73 chronological Albums documenting all 705 trips to nomadic Mongolia that we've arranged since 1993. We invite you to stay and travel with us to experience the authentic Mongolia.
I grew up in a small village in far-eastern Mongolia, experiencing both the joys and hardships of rural life. In my childhood, I spent a lot of time on horseback too. Although I live in the city for a long time, I still feel like a person of rural Mongolia.
I believe that unspoiled nature can sustain us for thousands of years, whereas uncontrolled mining may only last another 50-60.
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Bolod Guesthouse and Tours has been recommended:
Lonely Planet's "Mongolia" guidebook of 2001/139/, 2005/p.69, 72/, and 2006/p.263/.
Petite fute, 2008-2009/p.86/
Short Trips
Day Trip Westward
UB-Zaisan Hill with the views on the capital-Hui Doloon Hudag, a valley where horse races of different ages take places in July-Moltsog Els sand dunes- Hustai Mountain Range-entrering Hustai National Park- park museum and short movie of park -some of the 900 truly wild horses, deers and other animals and birds-a large valley extendind Hustai Mountain Range and Tuul River-authentic nomad families-ancient burials: bronze age rectangural graves, sepelture graves/6th-7th century/, 552 balbal stones in Ungut nearby Tuul River-UB
Day Trip Eastward
/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Nalaikh Town with monastery and mosque-Chingis Khaan Equestrian Sttue and Monument to his mother Uelun-Bayan Davaa Pass-Bayan River Valley-visiting authentic nomad families near Erdene Mountain-returning by Seruun Bulag Hill and Tuul River-Chingis Khaan Equestrian Statue-UB
2-Day Trip Westwards
/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Moltsog Sand Dunes-Hustai Mountain Range-entry Hustai N.Park-wild horses, deers, marmots-Tuul River Valley-ancient burials: bronze age rectangural graves, sepelture graves/6th-7th century/, 552 balbal stones in Ungut place near the river-nomad families in large Tuul-Hugnu plains-Tuul Ovoot concrete Bridge-ancient paintings-Lamiin Agui Cave-Erdene Sant Village-Bayan Nuur Village-nomad families-bactrian camels-small lakes-Doloon Davaa/"Seven Pass"/-Lun Village-UB.
2-Day Trip Eastwards
/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Nalaikh Town with a Monastery and a Mosque-Chingis Khaan Equestrian and Monument to his mother Uelun-Bayan Pass-forested Hutsaa River Valley-ancient graves-Baruun Baidlag River-Overnight close to Herlen River near a nomad family-Baga Nuur Town-Galuut Steppes-Ark Hust Village-ancient monument-Erdene Village-UB.
Trips
Монголын хамгийн гайхалштай, зэрлэг байгальтай, өвөрмөц соёлтой газруудыг танд толилуулж байна.
To Nature and Authentic Nomad Families.
Overnight in gher or in tent nearby nomads.
Overnights in gher or in tent nearby nomads.
Trips to Central West has several options.
Forests, mountains, steppes...
The Trip to Gobi and Central West has several options.
Travelling through Central province/Төв аймаг/, Middle Gobi /Дундговь аймаг/and South Gobi/Өмнөговь аймаг/ provinces.
Day Trip Westward
01UB-Zaisan Hill with the views on the capital-Hui Doloon Hudag, a valley where horse races of different ages take places in July-Moltsog Els sand dunes- Hustai Mountain Range-entrering Hustai National Park- park museum and short movie of park -some of the 900 truly wild horses, deers and other animals and birds-a large valley extendind Hustai Mountain Range and Tuul River-authentic nomad families-ancient burials: bronze age rectangural graves, sepelture graves/6th-7th century/, 552 balbal stones in Ungut nearby Tuul River-UB
Day Trip Eastward
02
/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Nalaikh Town with monastery and mosque-Chingis Khaan Equestrian Sttue and Monument to his mother Uelun-Bayan Davaa Pass-Bayan River Valley-visiting authentic nomad families near Erdene Mountain-returning by Seruun Bulag Hill and Tuul River-Chingis Khaan Equestrian Statue-UB
2-Day Trip Westwards
03/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Moltsog Sand Dunes-Hustai Mountain Range-entry Hustai N.Park-wild horses, deers, marmots-Tuul River Valley-ancient burials: bronze age rectangural graves, sepelture graves/6th-7th century/, 552 balbal stones in Ungut place near the river-nomad families in large Tuul-Hugnu plains-Tuul Ovoot concrete Bridge-ancient paintings-Lamiin Agui Cave-Erdene Sant Village-Bayan Nuur Village-nomad families-bactrian camels-small lakes-Doloon Davaa/"Seven Pass"/-Lun Village-UB.
2-Day Trip Eastwards
04
/Here is one of options/UB-Zaisan Hill-Nalaikh Town with a Monastery and a Mosque-Chingis Khaan Equestrian and Monument to his mother Uelun-Bayan Pass-forested Hutsaa River Valley-ancient graves-Baruun Baidlag River-Overnight close to Herlen River near a nomad family-Baga Nuur Town-Galuut Steppes-Ark Hust Village-ancient monument-Erdene Village-UB.
Change of nature
winter
Temperature
-20°C / -40°C
Highlights
- •Tsagaan Sar — Mongolian Lunar New Year
- •Experience nomadic winter camp life
- •Camel trekking across Gobi snow dunes
- •Ice fishing on frozen lakes
autumn
Temperature
5°C / 15°C
Highlights
- •Ulgii Eagle Festival — golden autumn celebration
- •Witness nomads migrating to winter camps
- •Golden forests of Altai and Khangai
- •Prime season for hunting and fishing
spring
Temperature
0°C / 15°C
Highlights
- •Lambing season — newborn animals across the steppe
- •Wildflower blooms and birdwatching
- •Nomads moving to spring pastures
- •Nature awakening with fresh, crisp air
summer
Temperature
20°C / 30°C
Highlights
- •Naadam — wrestling, horse racing & archery festival
- •Swimming and trekking at Lake Khövsgöl
- •Horse riding through Khangai's green mountains
- •Stargazing under the Gobi desert night sky
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IN BOLOD WE TRUST
maanantai 16. heinäkuuta 2012In Bolod we trustAfter a days wait at the Russia-Mongolia -border we finally got to continue to Mongolia, the land of the Chinggis Khan and the humble nomads. It really says a lot about a country, that the best thing ever happened to it was Stalin's communism and that it still seeks mental guidance from a guy who lived in the 10th century.Basically the capital Ulaanbaatar was an over-grown tent-village of about 1,2 million people (2008). The man sitting on the ground was Mr. Bolod. He was our beloved tour-guide who also offered one of his apartments for us to stay in. Unfortunately one of our group-member took the only set of keys for the apartment with him back to Finland, so Bolod's accommodation-business got messed up for the season.Bolod showed us a set of bizarre sights, such as this old Mongolian army barrack. No idea, why this was relevant. Although, it's quite funny and sad at the same time, that there appears to be a person living in front of the abandoned barrack in a yurt.A spectacular show on how to wool a lamb was displayed to us western city-people by the nomad's. Very exciting stuff! The gentleman on the right is Colonel Friday, a fundamental communist with a very short fuse. He enforced obsessively that we'd eat every dairy meal and snack that was offered us by the nomad people. While gagging down some yoghurt-dumplings one of our group-member was able to distract the Colonel by putting a peace of paper to the nomad-stove. That was a great insult for the nomad culture, because the stove was only allowed to be heated up with sacred cow-manure. During the distraction, we were able to get rid some of the force-feeded food by throwing it under the yurt's rug.A typical nomad dish looked like this. Looks pretty delicious right? Well, when you eat this stuff 365 days a year three times a day, like the nomad's for sure eat, you might consider ordering a pizza.At this corner of the world people tend to have some weird habits. Whereas chinese people burb and fart a lot to improve their digestion, mongolian people spit to improve their... well... they just spit. The habits make them fun people to hang-out with, especially in closed compartments such as trains or cars. In Ulaanbaatar we spent an evening at the Chinggis Beer Club. We encountered a serious liquidity problem when the electricity went off at the city and no card payment was possible. We had no cash and the bill was 123.800 tökröks.Luckily we had a solution for the problem. We just kept on ordering more drinks until the electricity would come back on and a card payment would be possible again.Also in Mongolia the back-seat boys were sleepy.There was a horrendous silver statue of the Chinggis Khan standing in the middle of the desert. It was quite obvious that it was built there just that Mongolia would have something for the tourists in the middle of the desert. We didn't fall for that touristic crap and turned our backs on the stupid thing. At the nomad-camp Bolod told us, that there might be a shaman sitting at the top of the nearby hill, and that the shaman might wanna meet us. Bolod encouraged us to climb to the hill and see for ourselves. Well we climbed and there was no shaman, but at least we got to do some top-class power-fisting at the top.At the edge of the Gobi-desert. We crossed the Gobi-desert at night time and decided it would be a good idea to leave the cabin's window open for the night, because it was so hot. During the night, there was a sand storm raging in our cabin, but everybody were too tired to close the window.Can you spot two of our former friends from this decorative Mongolian restaurant cabin? Yes, you're right, there is Jens and Borreliosis-Peter. We saw them again in Ulaanbaatar, and especially Jens was surprised, not happy, that we're alive after our epic travelling in Russia. Don't be fooled by the sarcastic tone of this Mongolia-post, because it really is a wonder, that there are living, breathing and spitting people in this isolated part of the world. For that, Mongolia deserves some god damn respect.maanantai 16. heinäkuuta 2012In Bolod we trustAfter a days wait at the Russia-Mongolia -border we finally got to continue to Mongolia, the land of the Chinggis Khan and the humble nomads. It really says a lot about a country, that the best thing ever happened to it was Stalin's communism and that it still seeks mental guidance from a guy who lived in the 10th century.Basically the capital Ulaanbaatar was an over-grown tent-village of about 1,2 million people (2008).The man sitting on the ground was Mr. Bolod. He was our beloved tour-guide who also offered one of his apartments for us to stay in. Unfortunately one of our group-member took the only set of keys for the apartment with him back to Finland, so Bolod's accommodation-business got messed up for the season.Bolod showed us a set of bizarre sights, such as this old Mongolian army barrack. No idea, why this was relevant. Although, it's quite funny and sad at the same time, that there appears to be a person living in front of the abandoned barrack in a yurt.A spectacular show on how to wool a lamb was displayed to us western city-people by the nomad's. Very exciting stuff!The gentleman on the right is Colonel Friday, a fundamental communist with a very short fuse. He enforced obsessively that we'd eat every dairy meal and snack that was offered us by the nomad people. While gagging down some yoghurt-dumplings one of our group-member was able to distract the Colonel by putting a peace of paper to the nomad-stove. That was a great insult for the nomad culture, because the stove was only allowed to be heated up with sacred cow-manure. During the distraction, we were able to get rid some of the force-feeded food by throwing it under the yurt's rug.A typical nomad dish looked like this. Looks pretty delicious right? Well, when you eat this stuff 365 days a year three times a day, like the nomad's for sure eat, you might consider ordering a pizza.At this corner of the world people tend to have some weird habits. Whereas chinese people burb and fart a lot to improve their digestion, mongolian people spit to improve their... well... they just spit. The habits make them fun people to hang-out with, especially in closed compartments such as trains or cars.In Ulaanbaatar we spent an evening at the Chinggis Beer Club. We encountered a serious liquidity problem when the electricity went off at the city and no card payment was possible. We had no cash and the bill was 123.800 tökröks.Luckily we had a solution for the problem. We just kept on ordering more drinks until the electricity would come back on and a card payment would be possible again.Also in Mongolia the back-seat boys were sleepy.There was a horrendous silver statue of the Chinggis Khan standing in the middle of the desert. It was quite obvious that it was built there just that Mongolia would have something for the tourists in the middle of the desert. We didn't fall for that touristic crap and turned our backs on the stupid thing.At the nomad-camp Bolod told us, that there might be a shaman sitting at the top of the nearby hill, and that the shaman might wanna meet us. Bolod encouraged us to climb to the hill and see for ourselves. Well we climbed and there was no shaman, but at least we got to do some top-class power-fisting at the top.At the edge of the Gobi-desert. We crossed the Gobi-desert at night time and decided it would be a good idea to leave the cabin's window open for the night, because it was so hot. During the night, there was a sand storm raging in our cabin, but everybody were too tired to close the window.Can you spot two of our former friends from this decorative Mongolian restaurant cabin? Yes, you're right, there is Jens and Borreliosis-Peter. We saw them again in Ulaanbaatar, and especially Jens was surprised, not happy, that we're alive after our epic travelling in Russia.Don't be fooled by the sarcastic tone of this Mongolia-post, because it really is a wonder, that there are living, breathing and spitting people in this isolated part of the world. For that, Mongolia deserves some god damn respect.
Alice and Fern
Sunday, 29 April 2012I think we’re turning Mongolese, I really think so!Posted by Alice and Fern at 12:12I think we’re turning Mongolese, I really think so!We arrived at Magbal's yurt in time for lunch and sat down as an array of home- made bread, biscuits and tea as well as bowls of tea with milk was presented to us. Luckily Fern had explained the concept of tea with milk containing salt in advance of our arrival in Mongolia so we were slightly prepared for the conundrum of our eyes and stomach expecting one thing and our mouth tasting something incredibly different. Otherwise it could have been quite a messy experience as it's definitely a taste that takes some getting used to!! After chowing down on this we were asked if we’d like beef and noodle for our second dinner which we thought sounded delicious for an evening meal. Watching Magbal make noodles and cook dinner on a wood burning stove in the yurt was pretty impressive.After the food preparation had finished we wandered outside to have a look at the surrounding area. The family yurt encampment was the only encampment in the valley, the nearest yurt was in the neighbouring valley. This was their spring encampment and it had taken the sons two weeks to build the fences before they moved the animals in. The animals (they had goats, sheep, cows plus a horse with a foal) were let out to roam the plains during the day, but penned up again at night to protect them from the wolves.We had arrived just at the end of the lambing season so there were lots of lambs and kids gambolling around. It was now we discovered Fern’s Heidi tendencies, she was literally a kid magnet. So she has a back up career in case the Civil Service doesn’t work out as she clearly can’t rely on photography because she spectacularly failed to get a photo of Goats on Stuff for the (sadly not our idea) Goats on Stuff blog!Walking back into the yurt, we were presented with what can only be described as a mountain of beef and noodles. We literally had three times the size of portion of everyone else. Given that this was about an hour after our last round of food, we looked at each other in horror. Fortunately it was delicious but we did have to give up about half way through, however the left overs were presented to us as breakfast which was a challenge even for "curry-for-breakfast" Alice. Apparently it is traditional to rewarm left over food by putting it in a bowl of salty, milk tea, definitely an experience too far for both of us at that time of the morning!Slowly working our way through the food allowed us the time to appreciate the inside of the yurt. It was beautifully decorated, with all the struts being hand painted. Around the edges of the yurt were three beds which doubled up as sofas and tables during the day. One of these beds was folded out as a double bed for us to sleep on later.After lunch, Magbal took out some traditional Mongolian and Kazakhstani coats to show us and then proceeded to dress us up in our own fashion show. As you can see these were incredibly rich in detail and we were amazed to understand that these are typical coats which are worn when on trips to the village, and horse riding. In fact when we were in Ulaanbaatar the next day we saw several women wearing coats such as these.Fierce Mongol Face PoseMongolia's Next Top ModelIn Natural HabitatWith DesignerThis seemed an appropriate time to hand over the gifts that we had brought – some chocolate, postcards and some Brighton rock. The rock appeared to cause much fascination as all of the family tried it, however Magbal did resort to cutting it with a hatchet to break it into individual pieces. Can now see a gap in the Brighton Souvenir market!Despite the fact that it was amazingly cold outside we were determined to follow in Chinggis Khan’s footsteps and ride across the plains – check out the Mongol warriors J The being dressed up theme continued as can be seen by Magbel's use of our existing scarfs/hats - Tots, while the Dr Who scarf was a vital piece of equipment on this trip, not entirely sure it coordinates well with the Mongolian delt!When we got back the neighbours (yes, nomads can have neighbours as apparently they don’t move their yurts too far – having spring, summer and winter homes all in the same area) had popped round for a cup of tea and they seemed fascinated by our guidebooks. It was proper cosy sitting round, sipping cups of salty tea chatting away - Luckily we also had our excellent guide Bolod acting as a translator for us.It was a cosy night in the yurt as traditionally all the family sleep in that one open space so there were six of us which kept it nice and cosy as we drifted off to sleep . . .
Bolod Guesthouse
https://paris-katmandou.travelmap.net/paris-katmandou/posts/ulan-bator-2Ulan Bator 2Ulaanbaatar • November 28, 2023Après ces quelques jours d’excursion dans les steppes mongoles, nous retrouvons Oulan-Bator et la petite guest-house accueillante de Bolod. A notre retour, on se jette dans la douche, il était temps après 4 jours de vadrouille ! Notre guide avait oublié de nous dire que se laver n’était pas vraiment une option, on ne lui en veut pas - peut être parce qu’on a eu le temps de s’accommoder à des manques d’hygiène passagers - mais on suppose que d’autres voyageurs moins habitués l’aurait eu mauvaise… Et d’ailleurs, on ne va s'éterniser sur le sujet, mais chez les nomades il n’y a pas de toilettes. Pourquoi en avoir quand autour de soi on a des kilomètres carrés de liberté et de neige fraiche où faire des trous ?Les prochains jours à Oulan-Bator vont permettre de préparer notre traversée de la Chine. On arrive à dénicher une agence qui va pouvoir nous faire traverser le Tibet jusqu’à la frontière népalaise pour un prix raisonnable, et un itinéraire se dessine progressivement au fil de nos recherches. Les dates de cette traversée tibétaine d’une semaine combinées à la durée maximale de notre visa chinois font qu’on ne peut pas entrer en Chine avant le 1er décembre sans risquer de dépasser la date du visa. Même si Oulan-Bator n’est pas une ville de rêve (on a eu le temps de vous décrire ses aléas dans un précédent article) nous y resterons donc une grosse semaine de plus !Cela nous permet quand même de faire d’autres découvertes intéressantes et de passer de bons moments. On découvre notamment des temples bouddhistes magnifiques, mais surtout impressionnants de gigantisme. En passant la porte de l’un d’entre eux, on découvre par exemple une statue du Bouddha d’une hauteur avoisinant les 25 mètres. Des cathédrales catholiques en passant par les mosquées d’Istanbul, les églises russes orthodoxes et maintenant les temples bouddhistes ; notre voyage nous aura montré que les hommes sont prêts à des prouesses quand il s’agit de religion.Oulan-Bator est une ville intéressante pour quelques jours mais n’offre pas non plus une quantité astronomique de choses à découvrir. On commence à avoir fait le tour, mais ces quelques jours supplémentaires nous offrent du repos, et des temps plus calmes qui nous permettent de lire davantage, de jouer aux cartes, de flâner tout simplement. Il faut dire que flâner dans une ville étrangère est une activité à part entière, c’est gratuit et on se fait rapidement une petite idée sur les vies qui sont menées ici, mais aussi sur les moeurs et les passions collectives. C’est un peu comme mener une enquête sur un peuple mais sans empressement, les indices se dévoilent d’eux-mêmes, au fil des rues, des monuments, de ce qui s’affichent derrière les vitrines.Ces quelques jours calmes nous offrent quand même quelques dernières découvertes avant que nous reprenions la route. Notamment un beau musée d’art mongole, qui retrace l'évolution de l’art mongole sur quelques siècles. Amusant de voir que les nomades représentés en peinture avec leurs troupeaux correspondent encore parfaitement à ceux qui nous ont accueilli quelques jours plus tôt : mêmes habitations, mêmes troupeaux, mêmes vêtements et mêmes occupations. L’art mongole est très coloré et représente beaucoup de divinités de la culture bouddhique.On découvre aussi l’Alliance Française d’Oulan-Bator, association présente dans la plupart des capitales du monde et qui permet aux locaux d’apprendre le français avec des cours collectifs ou individuels. Ils organisent également des événements culturels et des projections de films français. On était heureux de pouvoir y trouver une médiathèque en français ! Quand on voyage, accéder à des livres en français devient une rareté ! On repart d’ailleurs de cet endroit en ayant acheté “L’usage du monde” de Nicolas Bouvier. Un récit de voyage bien connu. J’ai bien peur que nos récits de voyage paraissent frêles à côté de ceux de Nicolas, mais tant pis, on va s’intéresser à ce classique !On passe aussi une excellente soirée au Fat Cat Jazz Club, un petit club de jazz discret, installé dans le sous-sol d’un restaurant du centre d’Oulan-Bator, on se croirait alors transporté dans un sous-sol new-yorkais. L’ambiance est intimiste, le plafond est bas, et les petits guéridons entourés de chaises vous invitent à vous asseoir face à la scène. On découvre un pianiste fou que rien n’arrête et qui se lance dans des improvisations solitaires, une chanteuse à la voix suave, un guitariste hésitant voire même perdu. Bref, un bon moment de musique.L’avant dernier jour, nous revoyons Uchka dans un café. Nous avions croisé cette femme adorable au musée national et elle était venu nous voir en nous parlant français. En effet, chaque été elle est guide et traductrice pour des français en vadrouille. On la retrouve dans un café et les conversations qui suivent sont passionnantes et nous apprennent beaucoup sur la Mongolie. Par exemple sur les causes et le conséquences de la pollution due au charbon. Notamment le fait que les médecins déconseillent aux femmes d’avoir des enfants durant la période d’hiver qui est la plus chargée en pollution, au risque de perdre leur bébé durant la grossesse. Nous comprenons aussi que malgré une faible démographie (3 millions de personnes), des inégalités importantes existent entre une minorité riche et le reste de la population. Notamment parce qu’une minorité s’est accaparé les richesses du sous-sol mongole. Côté politique, les espoirs de voir la donne changer semblent minces. Il semble qu’il y consanguinité entre la minorité riche et la minorité de politiciens. Les promesses électorales restent donc… des promesses. Pour la majorité de la population, la vie en Mongolie est donc modeste, et il peut-être difficile d’avoir des enfants en raison de ces difficultés financières. Contrairement à ce qu’on pourrait penser, les nomades ne sont pas forcément plus pauvre que les citadins d’Oulan-Bator, c’est même souvent le contraire ! Un nomade possédant un troupeau de 800 bêtes est en fait un homme riche.Uchka nous partage donc ses envies de revenir à une vie plus simple dans la campagne mongole. Mais avec une maison et une salle de bain, elle ne souhaite pas non plus de la vie nomade, trop rudimentaire à son goût. Elle nous explique que ce changement de vie sera possible quand son fils entrera à l’université et qu’il partira à l'étranger. D’ici là, sa petite famille doit rester à Oulan-Bator.Après ces quelques jours supplémentaires à UB (Oulan-Bator mais pour les intimes), nous embarquons dans un train de nuit. Direction le désert de Gobi et la frontière chinoise !
Mathieu et Coline
https://lesbottesentrain.fr/2025/08/18/j40-rencontre-bolod-le-guide/Bolod a 67 ans.Je le rencontre sur la place principale de Oulan Bator, pendant notre deuxième jour en Mongolie, alors qu’il cherche des touristes pour proposer ses prestations de guide. Il me dit qu’il parle un peu français, italien, russe, anglais…Son grand père était nomade, mais s’est cassé la jambe en tombant de son chameau. Depuis, la famille s’est sédentarisée, dans un village à l’est de la Mongolie.Bolod a travaillé dans une usine alimentaire, jusqu’à l’éclatement de l’URSS où l’usine a fermé. En 1993 il a commencé ses prestations de Guest House et de guide.Quand nous partons avec lui en août 2025 c’est son 696ème voyage ! Il se sent jeune et se voit continuer son activité longtemps.Il est heureux de partir 20 jours avec des Français pour pratiquer la langue. Depuis des années, il note sur un carnet des phrases dans les différentes langues, qu’il relit et répète comme des mantras. Tous les jours il s’éloigne du campement avec son carnet pour cela. Il nous fait donc noter des phrases qu’il aime bien lors de nos discussions, comme par exemple :– « En France, on peut boire 2 verres de vin et conduire »– « Il pleut comme vache qui pisse »Il pratique des exercices physiques de temps en temps ; dans les randos il fait quelques accélérations.Pendant notre circuit, il mange surtout des nouilles instantanées, des salades de légumes en boîte, des gros biscuits secs. Et boit essentiellement du thé, qui est une façon d’avoir de l’eau potable à partir des jerricans remplis aux puits.Lors de la préparation de chaque repas au campement il nous annonce quand « l’eau est bouillée ». On a du entendre cette phrase plus de 50 fois et on ne l’oubliera pas !Il a déjà voyagé en dehors de la Mongolie, pour voir son frère aux USA par exemple, mais préfère parcourir son pays.En musique française il connaît Édith Piaf de nom, mais ne savait pas qu’elle était morte !Il prend des photos avec son téléphone, qu’il imprime ensuite pour ses albums de voyages (qui servent à préparer les suivants et à se souvenir), mais aussi pour en donner à des nomades lors d’un prochain voyage car ils ont peu l’occasion d’avoir une photo d’eux sur papier. Dans les montagnes du sud, il s’arrête ainsi pour donner à une femme une photo de son frère prise… 8 ans plus tôt ! Ça nous émeut.Laisser un commentaireVotre adresse e-mail ne sera pas publiée. Les champs obligatoires sont indiqués avec *