After Mr Turgen trek, we camped near Blue Lake.

Blue lake from distance

Beautiful nature


Turgen mountain on the background. We camped near a herder family.

One of the high peaks of Mt Turgen

Camels we used during Turgen trek

Sheep herd of the family we stayed near
After 3 days spent in taiga, riding back.

a little boy and reindeer, Tsagaan nuur

Reindeer herd
Because of domain name change and other web related maintenance, this blog became impossible to log in for months. Finally it is fixed now that I have a bit of time.
I came back from a tour with an Italian group. The tour involved horse trek in East Taiga, Tsagaannuur soum, Huvsgul province and hiking trek around Mt Turgen and more. Here are some pictures:

Horse trek
Day 11. – 24 Aug 08
Spends the night as if we had been lying on a hammock, this is the curvature of the mattress. At 6.30 we think that might be enough jumped out to see Tsetserleg on Sunday morning. There’s few people around the palaces and proletarians can not liking more than the previous day. Return to the 8.00 and do breakfast, after the famous shower. We move without stopping at the Baths of Tsenkher, with the water temperature reaches 60-80 degrees. The landscape has become truly steppe with a few mountains in the distance. The first part is better, as it is crossed by sonnacchiosi streams bordered by trees. We also go to secondary roads to avoid ruining what is left of the spine. Read the rest of this entry »
Last summer’s customer sent back his Mongolia travel diary/report. This is translated with automatic translation, so grammar is not perfect.
Day 10th – 23 Aug 08
The fireman is late but the cold is somehow manageable. The guide is still asleep, and after breakfast we must wait for three quarters of an hour before leaving. What is going on at 9:10 h. Landscape dell’Arkhangay is less beautiful than the Huvsgul. The plateaus are more flat and the landscape becomes more monotonous, and the grass becomes more yellowish color. Significant as it is more arid. Woods left the space to endless grasslands and streams are disappearing. The cloudy sky is clear even if there are doubts about the rain.
We stop to see the gorge formed by the river Chuluut, a canyon carved by time. Nearby is the Zuun Mod Room, the tree of a hundred branches, covered with scarves of prayer and offerings of various kinds, that our thoughts can not fail to pull over to a big pile of dirt. By mid morning we make a stop in a nomadic ger like that would stop for a coffee at the bar. Seems to be intrusive but the costume and also so that we carers leave gifts when a cash prize. Indeed this is the only way to realize the life that the natives Read the rest of this entry »