Steppe 11: A jaunt in the countryside

One weekend in May, Brigitte and I were invited to our coworker and friend, Tugsuu's parent's home in the countryside. The journey there was rather epic... partly because we decided not to sleep and ended up hanging out with a bunch of friends until our 2am train... We slept most of the ride north to Sukbaatar, a city on the border with Russia. Then we 4 (us girls and Tugsuu's son) into a small sedan with 4 other people, including the driver, and driven about 2 hours into nowhere on the crevassed gutters that indicated a traveled route. Finally we arrived at a lovely home, in a little hasha (the fenced in area of a family establishment), in a very very small town in the northern Steppe. We all spent our first hours there catching some sleep through the morning  rain, then Tugsuu cooked us soup with dried meat, called borts.

Went on lots of walks in the peaceful countryside. This is a monument to Japanese soldiers who died in WWII... There was also a rather maimed Buddha who fell victim to my humor...

If I were an old woman in Mongolia... more later, internet cafe is closing.