The ger camp at Terelj.
Beautiful scenery. This is from the front door of my ger.
My horse, Harold, and Moe.
Turtle Rock.
The bridge to the monastery in the mountains that we walked up to. It seemed like on of those rickety wooden bridges from cartoons. It even had a sign telling us that there could only be 4 people max.
The monastery from the side. 115 steps to the top, but only 108 count.... not too sure why.
This is one bad-ass looking eagle just hanging out at the side of the road. Note the aviator goggles.
A Mongolian golf course. That's right... we got them too. They may not have any fairways (yet contain 400+ yard holes), nor any patrons, and the greens may be perfectly flat and made of compressed sand, and painted green, but we still have golf courses.
Another bout of horseback riding. This time my horse was named Francois... I think I got a lemon. I'm not this far behind to take the picture, my horse just didn't have an accelerator.
On the way home. We are about 30 feet from and actual paved road at this point, but who needs roads when you can drive through a river instead?
2 comments:
Looks like you're having fun. Keep up the blog, Deb and I enjoy reading it.
COLIN - YOU'VE NEVER REALLY TAKEN ANY BIOLOGY IT SEEMS - THE ACCERERATOR OF A HORSE IS UNDER ITS TAIL - HARD TO REACH WHEN SITTING ON A HORSE BUT IF YOU HIT WHEN YOU'RE OFF IT WORKS - BY THE WAY THE BRAKE IS BESIDE THE BACKBONE - AUNT MAUREEN
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