Touriosity Travelmag|April 2020
How do the nomads adapt to the extremes of the climate? And could we do it too? These were the thoughts crossing our minds.
We (Graeme and Tamar) met in Jordan where we walked 650 kilometers with a donkey (check out the story in Touriosity’s Vol 8, Issue 4, Sept 2019), but were now off to an entirely different kind of adventure.
We prepared ourselves with wool, wool and more wool and set off to stay with a particular family of eagle hunters, who Tamar has grown quite close to over her years of adventuring throughout Mongolia (check out the story in Touriosity’s Vol 6, Issue 10, March 2018). This family lives in the Altai mountains with their herds of horses, camels, yaks, sheep, and goats and carry on the ancient tradition of eagle hunting in the way they were taught by their fathers. This is a Kazakh custom and 90% of people in this westernmost region of the country are of Kazakh ethnicity.
In the summer, nomadic families in the region move high into the hills and set up their felt gers on the grassy stretches next to the river. Many families live side by side and share both pains and pleasures. It takes a while to find out which child belongs to whom, as they all run in and out of each other’s gers.
The nomads move to different places in autumn and spring, but when winter falls most of them retreat to more fixed buildings either in the village or close by along the valley. That is where we were to spend most of our time.
The initial plan was to also visit a number of festivals in different parts of Mongolia that only take place during the winter. Each comes with its own unique attractions and characteristics. The Ice Festival at Lake Khovsgol, for instance, is famous for the horse sleigh race over the frozen surface of the lake. Locals show their skills in ice fishing, skating or sculpture. And for the braver Mongolians, there is the fascinating extreme sport of ice sumo. From there we would visit the reindeer herders and experience winter from a teepee.
Later we planned to attend the Thousand Camel Festival in the Gobi desert. For 20 years, nomads from the surrounding provinces have come together to celebrate the fantastic, gangly and (in winter) woolly two-humped Bactrian camels.
More than a thousand of these camels compete in a 15-kilometer race, with the fastest reaching average speeds of more than 30 kilometers per hour. Incredible, but what we were mostly looking forward to, was this: the camel beauty contest.
How does someone go about judging such a thing? Is it the length of the lashes? The cheekiness of the grin? Or maybe the luxuriousness of the winter coat? It seemed likely that this would be an example of beauty being in the eye of the beholder and we would happily join in on the judging.
Finally, we intended to visit the Golden Eagle Festival, to celebrate the Kazakh people who train and use these majestic birds to hunt fox, marmot, rabbit, and sometimes a wolf, their skins serving the purpose of warm winter clothing.
Though ready to rumble, our plans were suddenly upended by the coronavirus. When we left home, the virus was still contained within China, and the Mongolian government adopted early measures to address the risk of it spreading across the border. No entry from China was permitted. In addition, all festivals were cancelled, institutions closed, and a ban was put in place on visiting the Tsaatan reindeer herders to try to protect them from the virus.
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