I spent a month living and working in Mongolia with a TV station. In this post, I share stories of my time volunteering in Mongolia Now I know why this place is called the Land of the Blue Sky: every morning I wake up to another blue sky with the sun shining in this country… Continue Reading…
So, I am nearly at the end of my month in Mongolia and ready to venture onto my next destination: Tibet. Only… There is a slight problem. Due to the increase in monks self-immolating (setting themselves on fire in protest), the Chinese Government have put restrictions on tourists visiting this once peaceful land. With my itinerary… Continue Reading…
It was the end of my 4-day adventure in the Mongolian countryside. I had had an insight into the real Mongolia: how the nomads had lived for hundreds of years and frankly… I was impressed. Mongolian hospitality is a lifestyle experience that has not changed over hundreds of years. There is an unwritten hospitality law… Continue Reading…
PART ONE ‘Good?’ he shouted from the seat of his horse in front of me. He didn’t turn around to see the panic on my face and the whiteness of my knuckles as I held on for my life. ‘No,’ I wanted to yell. ‘I’m not good. My neck was burning from the sun, I… Continue Reading…
‘Hold it’s tail,’ I yelled as we waded through a steam, getting splashed by the swishing of the ox’s tail. Then as the tail was secured and we made it through the stream, a chorus of what I could only interpret as ‘oh no,’ came from behind me as the ox decided to go the powder… Continue Reading…
‘I love you,’ he said staring intently at me, then proceeded to break into a love song. The only trouble was he was a 60 year old Mongolian nomad who had travelled from the Gobi Desert to the ancient capital of Kharkorin (which incidentally is all buried under the ground), in search of fame. And… Continue Reading…
Sitting in the VIP room of the best Turkish restaurant in Ulaanbaatar, we’re surrounded by video cameras, each focusing in on the face of the Turkish Ambassador. The staff are patiently waiting for his cue. Plates of shiny apples, grapes and oranges line the table. I wasn’t aware Mongolia had so much fruit. ‘It’s imported… Continue Reading…
‘Has he got a name card?’ asked the producer. I looked at the Tibetan Buddhist lama standing before me, wearing nothing but an orange robe and smiled. ‘I don’t think so,’ I said, thinking that last time I checked, Lama’s didn’t usually have a stash of business cards tucked away in their flowing attire! I was… Continue Reading…
Today, little Tingis called me ‘sister’, a sign that I’ve been accepted into my host-family’s home. We can barely speak each others language but it doesn’t seem to matter at the age of five. We play rock/paper/scissors, zombies, charades, and he tries to squirt water at me all the time with his new water pistol,… Continue Reading…
“Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours” ‘I’m Tony your next-door neighbour – fancy a beer?’ Do you know what the best thing is about travelling alone? it’s the people you meet along the way. After being by myself for four long days, I was beginning to grow tired of dining by myself, doing the toursity things by myself and… Continue Reading…
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