LAPLAND - SİLENCE İN THE SNOW

Enough of heat, I decided to go for the cold in February 2007. Destination Finnish Lapland.  What appealed to me was the one night stay in an ice hotel. I was curious to see how this worked, whether everything was really made of ice and if I would be able to sleep at - 5 degrees Celsius (constant temperature at which rooms are kept so that they do not melt while you are asleep). The program also mentioned things like ice breaker ships, snowmobiles, husky sledges and reindeer promenades which all seemed quite interesting since I had never done any of those.
Going is easier said than done. First you have to prepare very carefully your suitcase, taking your thickest pullovers and socks, thermal underwear, boots that don't slip on ice , hats, gloves and all such things that we do not wear anymore in Istanbul. Some shopping is required if you are not a skier; otherwise your skiing gear will suffice.
And here I am on a plane to Helsinki.  After a short stopover at Helsinki airport, we continue North to Kemi where our ice hotel is located.

We reached Ice Castle (our hotel's name) at around 5:30 p.m. in pitch dark of course since the sun rises at 9:30 a.m. and sets at 4:00 p.m. in this season. We were taken to a wooden and heated chalet with lots of tables, chairs, benches on which you could even lie if you wanted to and a cafeteria open 24 hours a day. Then our keys were distributed. Those are not keys to the rooms since the rooms don't have any. They are just keys to big lockers where you put your suitcase that you cannot take out of the chalet because everything in it freezes if you do. That's a good start ! We then had a lesson on how to sleep but I will come to that later on. We were informed with great pleasure by the staff that today the weather is very hot (!)  since it snowed. Good. Let us first visit the hotel and then have dinner.

WE ENTERED FROM THE BACK DOOR
WHERE OUR BUS STOPPED.
SNOW WALLS AND WOODEN DOORS

                                                

STREETS OF THE HOTEL WİTH SNOW WALLS

A THEATRE FOR NİGHT ENTERTAINMENT

İCE STATUES
THİS YEAR THE THEME İS ''THE SEA''

MAİN DOOR OF THE HOTEL FROM THE İNSİDE

MAİN DOOR FROM OUTSİDE

THE HOTEL AT NİGHT FROM OUTSİDE.

YOU CAN EAT SNACKS HERE ON İCE TABLES

But we were to eat a ''grand dinner'' at the gourmet restaurant where our table had been set. Wonderful , the table is a big block of ice. The plates, forks, knives and glasses aren't but they keep sliding on the table and you need to keep an eye on them at all times. The seats are blocks of ice too, but they have been nice enough to put a reindeer fur on top of it so your seat does not melt with the heat of your body. And last but not least, your soup and food get cold in a second. The good thing is that your drinks stay cold. So every environment has its advantages.

OUR GROUP'S TABLE İS SET

OUR İCE TABLE AND SLİDİNG CUTLERY

GUESTS AS WELL SERVERS ARE FUNNILY DRESSED İN THİS
RESTAURANT, AREN'T THEY ?

                            

After dinner it would be nice to have a drink so here we are in the bar where even glasses are made of ice. No need for ice cubes.

We then visited the church and the adjacent chapel. Why a church here ? It seems people are choosing this church to get married and demand is high. Those people must be crazy. How do you wear a wedding gown at -5 degrees ?

Then you eventually have to go to sleep and things get harder. You go to an igloo-type buildings where the rooms are, all with low wooden doors. Your bedroom consists of a block of ice serving as bed but again thankfully covered with  reindeer skin. Apart from the bed, you have a lamp that gives you quite dim light and a tiny shelf on which to put your small belongings such as eyeglasses. That is it. On the bed, you see two bundles, one dark blue which is your polar sheet , a big bag with a zipper and a hood and a yellow polar sleeping bag which is shaped like the tomb of Tuthankamon ( exactly like an Egyptian tomb). 

THE İGLOO HOUSİNG THE ROOMS

THE DOOR TO MY ROOM

THE FURNİTURE AND SHEET

 
Time to get ready for bed as explained by the hotel staff. You take out your boots and put them beside you on the floor; you also take out your coat, one pullover and pants but you keep your second pullover and long johns on. You lay all those on the bed since you will have to sleep on them so that your body heat prevents your clothes from freezing all through the night. Now you are literally freezing . So you hop first in the dark blue polar sheet. But hopping is not so easy since you cannot step on the floor with your socked feet. It is all ice. So you wriggle into the sheet on the bed. You then go in the sleeping bag using the same method. All this takes 10 minutes of wriggling. Once in the sleeping bag, you cannot even move your legs anymore. You lie on the bed, put your arms in, cover your face with the sheet and the hood of the sleeping bag leaving one small hole to breathe and not commit suicide with the carbon monoxide you emit yourself. And good night ! That is if you are of the type that can sleep flat on your back , without turning around. That is not me. And the moment you start to turn, everything starts sliding left and right and becomes a mess. And imagine you have to go to the bathroom at night. You have to get dressed again, walk to the chalet, come back, undress and start the whole wriggling process all over again.
For me, this sleeping exercise lasted one and a half hours. At the end, I felt as if someone was choking me and I was buried alive in the tomb of Tuthankamon. So out I went of those stupid things, got dressed, walked to the chalet and realised I was already the 5th person who had given up sleeping on an ice bed. Now I understood why there were so many benches in the chalet. By 3:30 a.m. more than half our group had gathered there and the ''big sleepers'' joined us at around 6:00 a.m.  The staff of the Ice Castle do not ask you if you slept well. They ask you ''how many people managed to sleep''. Quite a funny experience as far as I am concerned. To try once in a lifetime.

The next morning we went on a short visit of Kemi . Nice buildings and everything is white and frozen,  the landscape, the sea, the streets. As you walk the empty streets you start praying to see a human being. No one. Deserted. Very depressing for someone used to the hassle of Istanbul.

THOSE THREE PEOPLE ARE FROM OUR GROUP.
İT İS SNOWİNG BEAUTİFULLY.

After Kemi, we headed for the Arctic Sea to ''sail'' on an ice breaker ship. It was a little colder here ; just (!) - 35 degrees. What am I doing here ? Am I crazy ? But it was quite an experience to watch this huge ship advance by breaking three meter deep ice . The stop in the middle of the sea is even more impressive since the ice closes around the ship at once and you become Moses walking on frozen water with a huge ship staring at you. And again everything is white of course. I started thinking that I definitely like color.  

THE SHİP'S TRAİL

THE İCE BREAKİNG

GETTİNG DOWN THE SHİP İN THE MİDDLE OF THE SEA

WHİTE İNFİNİTY

Then on to Rovaniemi, the capital city of Finnish Lapland, a heated hotel room and a nice hot bath. But visiting Rovaniemi is as depressing as visiting Kemi. A capital city covered in snow and ice with empty streets, just a few cars, shops with no one in them , a white frozen river, white white white.....  Empty white.... No wonder the suicide rate here is said to be one of the highest in the world.

We spent the afternoon at St Nicholas Village, a very touristic place in which  Santa Claus has his post office. Near Christmas time every year, it seems around 3 million letters are sent to Santa Claus by children from all over the world.
There is a blue wire stretching over the village. It is the line dividing the continent from the Arctic Circle. Once you pass under it, you are in the Arctic Circle.

I AM AT THE FRONTİER OF THE ARCTİC CİRCLE

The next day was safari day and my favorite. We were first taken to the safari company's offices where we were given boots, gloves, hats, a plastic face mask, a polar jumpsuit and finally a motorcycle helmet to wear. Then on to the snowmobiles. I loved driving the thing. Reaching 50 kilometers per hour on a frozen river, under a bright sun was intoxicating. I simply loved it. After having gone for around two hours, we reached the place where we would have our husky sledge ride. This looks easy in films and on documentaries,but steering and especially stopping a husky-driven sledge is not easy at all. The dogs are trained to run and the moment you set them free from their ropes, they run full speed. You are standing on the two thin wooden rear parts of the sledge. Between those two wooden poles, there is a thin metal rod. To slow down the sledge, you have to press with one foot on the rod; to stop it, you have to jump with both feet on the same rod which goes into the snow and stops the dogs. Not that easy when the huskies are running as fast as they can. The reindeer sleigh promenade we had after this was a piece of cake. Then two more hours of snowmobile to come back. That was again the best part of the day. So much so that I booked a snowmobile tour by myself for the next day when the group would go to see polar bears in a park. No such luck. The next day I was in bed in my hotel room with fever and no strength to get out of bed. No snowmobile and no polar bear. My trip finished there and then. Anyway, I did not loose too much, because the day after we were flying back to Istanbul anyway.

OUR SNOWMOBİLES

ME AND MY SNOWMOBİLE

THE HUSKİES ARE DYİNG TO GO

AND HERE WE GO

REİNDEER PROMENADE

 Lapland is definitely not an easy place to live. You cannot stay out too long because it is really cold. Whenever you come inside you spend ten minutes taking off coats, hats, gloves, and even one pullover since it is very hot inside. Then another ten minutes to get dressed up and go out again. You cannot take pictures easily because your camera simply freezes. So you have to carry a small one in your breast pocket to keep it hot, take it out, snap a shot, and put it back inside again. You can take another picture when the camera gets hot again.

My whole trip lasted four days , and I enjoyed it because I did things I had never done before. But four days were quite enough. Longer would be too much since in the end, the emptiness, the unending white of the snow and ice, the grey days , the long nights start sapping at  your morale. And you start missing the activity and crowd of Istanbul and its bright sunshine.

MONGOLİA - THE LAND OF İNFİNİTY

Mongolia has always appealed to me , not mainly to discover our roots but more to have a feel of this huge landlocked country, far away from any sea. I did not know what to expect, but decided it would be an adventure to sleep in gers (yurt in Russian - Mongolian tent), see the Gobi Desert, and experience a country three times the size of France with a population of only three million of which one million live in the capital, Ulaan Bataar or UB as Mongolians refer to the city, a country where horses  outnumber people thirteen to one.

To reach UB we first had to fly to Beijing and then fly back. That was in June 2009, when the SARS epidemic was rocking the world. When we landed in Beijing and before we could disembark , some Chinese astronauts boarded the plane. We soon learned they were not astronauts but simply doctors who were checking the passengers' fever and controlling whether they were coughing. It was a strange sight though. Are those Chinese overdoing everything ?  We finally managed to get out of the plane, all having passed our physical with flying colors.

Ulan Bataar is Mongolia's capital and also its largest city. UB started life as a nomadic monastic settlement. Because it consisted of felt tents, the capital was easily transported when the grass went dry. So it changed place twenty-eight times before finally moving to its current location on the Tuul River in 1778. At that time, most of its inhabitants were monks. It is only in 1924 that UB got its actual name , meaning Red Hero in honor of the communist triumph, and was declared the capital of independent Mongolia (though it was independent from China but not Russia). From the 1930's, the Soviets built the city in typical Soviet style: lots of ugly apartment blocks. Unfortunately, they also destroyed almost all the existing monasteries and temples. So there is very little today in this place which is so old and used to be glorious. The only buildings of interest I saw in UB were two museums and especially the National Museum of Mongolian History where there are interesting exhibits of deer stones and burial sites from the Hun, Göktürk and Uygur eras. There was also a very rich collection of costumes, hats and jewellery as well as  armours of the Mongol hordes. Did it seem so interesting to me because I am Turkish, I cannot decide. Would this museum attract everybody's attention or only those who see remnants of their ancestors ?

GÜLTEKİN - 8TH CENTURY

A GÖKTÜRK STELE - 8TH CENTURY

UYGUR FRESCO - 9TH CENTURY



THE VERY FAMOUS CENGİZ HAN



OGEDAİ HAN - SON OF CENGİZ AND RULER OF
THE MONGOLS WHEN CENGİZ DİED İN 1229

KUBİLAY HAN - GRANDSON OF CENGİZ AND FOUNDER
OF THE CHİNESE YUAN DYNASTY İN 1280

CLASSİCAL MONGOL DRESSES

SHAMAN COSTUME

The second museum of interest was the Zanabazar Museum of Fine Arts. What attracted me there were the 8th and 9th century Uygur wall paintings and the works of 20th and 21st century modern Mongol painters who seem to have been influenced by European painters like Gustav Klimt.
I have to admit I had never expected to see in UB such organised museums where the exhibits are well documented and well presented .

Apart from the museums, the central square of UB  called Sükhbaatar Square, named after the hero of independence from China (1921), Damdin Sükhbataar, who has an equestrian statue in the middle of the square, was also worth seeing. Formerly a communist state, Mongolia embraced democracy in 1990.

On one side of the square you have the Opera House (there is one even in UB ; what about Istanbul ?), and the parliament building on the other. And of course, the parliament building features a huge statue of Cengiz Han and his Mongol soldiers. For Mongols who traditionally revere their ancestors, Cengiz Han is a God. If Napoleon and Alexander are the pride of France and Greece, Cengiz Han is more than that for the Mongols; he is their star, their spiritual force and the object of not only national but also personal pride.

THE OPERA HOUSE

                        

THE PARLİAMENT



CENGİZ HAN



A MONGOL SOLDİER FROM THE HORDES
OF CENGİZ HAN

The strangest thing I saw in UB was a shop window with a huge sign saying ''Louis Vuitton opening soon''. Why would Louis Vuitton open a shop in this poor country of three million people of which most are still nomads ? Who is going to buy a bag at those prices ? If horses used bags, sales would be higher !   

We then proceeded to visit on of the very few monasteries remaining in UB, namely Gandan Monastery, meaning ''the Great Place of Complete Joy''. Building started in 1838 and at the beginning of the 20th century, colleges of Buddhist philosophy, medicine, astrology and tantric ritual were established making Gandan the center of Buddhist learning in Mongolia. It may have been a beautiful place, but after the Stalinist purges of the 1930's and reconstruction, I have to admit Gandan was not one of the most interesting monasteries I have seen.

The only interesting spot was the main building, which used to house a 20 meter gold statue of Avalokitesvara built in 1911. This statue was taken to Leningrad by the Soviets in 1937 ; its fate is still unknown. One theory is that it is still held in storage, whereas another theory is that it was melted to make bullets.

In 1996, a new statue was erected and was consecrated to the Dalai Lama. It is 26,5 meters high, weighs 20 tons, and is made from copper gilded with gold donated from Nepal and Japan. It is covered in gold brocade and over 500 meters of silk. The statue contains precious stones, 27 tons of medicinal herbs, 334  sutras (religious texts), 2 million mantras (religious words) and, in the base, an entire ger plus furniture.



BUDDHİST PRAYER WHEELS

The next morning we left the city to travel towards the countryside and the Gobi Desert. This is what I was waiting for. We were in several 4x4 Toyota Land Cruiser (in my experience the best car for weird roads) and speeding in the wilderness. Driving in the countryside , you can pick any direction and go since there are no roads at all, only wheel tracks of those that passed there before you and everything is off road. So nice to have that kind of freedom. And talking of freedom, I saw my first horses, running as they pleased in the grassland. They were accompanied by real Mongol ''cowboys'', donned in regal robes, riding their horses to herd the animals. I  watched with delight.

In this vast land, appeared on the horizon a settlement. What one calls settlement here  consists of a few gers , the Mongols' house. This traditional Mongolian home is a nomad's prize possession.  Gers can be erected in about an hour and are easily packed and moved. This is vital since nomads transfer their ger depending on the weather and the availability of vegetation for their sheep, yaks, horses or camels.

The circular shape and low roof are well suited to deflect wind. The door always faces south, giving protection against the predominantly northern winds. The felt used to make the ger is traditionally made by the herders themselves, often in late summer, from the wool of their own flocks. A typical ger's furnishing includes a central wood-burning stove, several beds, and the family altar. Although never locked, each ger also has a wooden door. 

The Mongolian ger plays an important role in shaping both the Mongolian character and family life. A typical nomad family has about seven members and several hundred head of livestock. Mongolian nomads spend all day looking after their animals: herding, combing, milking and so on. Their livestock supply all their needs; sheep provide meat, leather and wool, goats milk and cashmere, cows and yaks milk and leather. Their traditional mode of transportation is the horse or camel but more and more nomads nowadays possess trucks or motorcycles.  Usually by itself in the middle of wilderness, the small confines  of a ger compels families to interact with one another (not that there are many people around to interact), to share everything, to work together, tightening family bonds. It also makes inhibitions fade away, preventing any kind of privacy. But some of those characteristics change as technology develops. Today some of the gers, set up in the middle of nowhere, have put up sattelite dishes and have TV sets to pass the time during the long evenings.

                          

THE STOVE

THE FAMİLY ALTAR

We then came to our first Övoo, large piles of rock with blue, yellow and red cloth banners, which are repositories of offerings for the local spirits. Övoos come from Shamanism, the dominant belief system of Cengiz Han and his hordes. Shamanism is based on the shaman who has special medical and religious powers. One of the shaman's main duties is to cure any illness caused by the soul straying from its path and another is to accompany the soul of a dead person to the other world. Shamans act as intermediary between the human and the spiritual worlds.

Shamanism survived communist purges because there was no book, statue or temple to destroy and today it still mixes with Buddhism in Mongolia.

To have good luck, the only thing you have to do is to walk clockwise three times around an övoo and toss an offering into the pile. Another stone will be enough.

We finally reached the Orhun Valley (320 km from UB) where I would meet my ancestors: the Göktürks (or Blue Turks or Celestial Turks) and  the Orhun İnscriptions .

For many centuries, the Orhun Valley was viewed as the seat of the imperial power of the steppes. Whoever controlled this valley was considered the heavenly appointed leader of the Turks and could rally the tribes. Thus control of the valley was of the utmost strategic importance for every Turkic state. Historically, every Turkic capital was located here but everything is gone now. The Orhun Inscriptions found here are memorial installations erected by the Göktürks in the 8th century. 

The Göktürks were the first Turkic people known to write their language in an old Turkic script. These were written in stone around 732-735 and the script was deciphered by a Danish linguist in 1893. The Göktürks appeared on the stage of history in the first half of the 5th century when a state was founded by Bumin Han whose brother, İstemi Han ruled the western part. After the death of Bumin Han, the state went through one of its most powerful periods duing the reign of Mohan Han (552-572) where relations with even the Byzantine Empire were formed. Due to the weakness of subsequent rulers, the Göktürk State came under Chinese sovereignty in 630. After 50 years of Chinese domination, Kutlutekin brought the Turks together again and was given the name of İlteris Kağan. His chief minister, Tonyukuk, played a major part in the affairs of the state. When İlteris died in 691, his son being too young, his brother Kopgan Kağan ascended the throne and in this period the boundaries of the Göktürk State extended to Caucasia in the West, Tibet in the South and to Siberia in the North, all people living under a single flag. In 716, Bilge Kağan (son of İlteris) took over the throne and he governed in peace and welfare with his brother Gültekin , with still Tonyukuk as Grand Vizir. After the death of Gültekin and Tonyukuk, chaos began in the state and this led to the dissapearance of the Göktürks from the stage of history. They were replaced by an Uygur State. In 1229, the Mongols under Cengiz Han put a definite end to Turkic rule in the region.

What remains to us from those days are the Orhun Inscriptions, two steles erected in 732 upon the orders of Bilge Kağan, when his brother Gültekin died in 731. On those steles, there are  inscriptions in both Chinese and Turkish relating the legendary origins of the Turks, their subjugation by the Chinese, their liberation by Bilge Kağan and stressing unity among Turkish tribes. And that is how we know today what took place during the Göktürk era.

BUİLDİNG HOUSİNG THE GÖKTÜRK İNSCRİPTİONS AND İTS GUARD.
THE BUİLDİNG WAS CONSTRUCTED BY TİKA,
THE TURKİSH İNTERNATİONAL COOPERATİON
AND DEVELOPMENT AGENCY.

A FAKE İNSCRİPTİON İN İTS ORİGİNAL PLACE WİTH
THE TORTOİSE BASE.

THE ORİGİNAL GÜLTEKİN AND BİLGE KAĞAN İNSCRİPTİONS

GÖKTÜRK ALPHABET

HOUSE (!) OF THE MUSEUM GUARD WİTH İTS
SATELLİTE DİSH.

We then reached our first ger camp. Yes, we also are going to sleep in gers for a few days, since you cannot find a hotel in the middle of nowhere. These are touristic ger camps, but the gers are real, the only difference being that there is a small building near the camp where showers and bathrooms are located. Try to avoid going to the bathroom in the middle of the night since , as there are no lights, you have to find your flashlight, get dressed up and go out in considerably cold weather. As their doors are always unlocked, if you are too cold, someone even passes all through the night, while you are asleep, to re-kindle the fire in your stove to keep you warm. But you have to ask for this service before going to sleep.  

EVERY TİME I WENT İN MY GER
I HİT MY HEAD.

At dinner time, we were introduced to one of the most enigmatic arts of Mongolia , Khööm, that could be explained as ''throat singing''. This style of singing produces a whole harmonic range from deep in the larynx, throat, stomach and palate and has the effect of producing two notes and melodies simultaneously: one low growl and the other a whistling. Khööm is usually accompanied by the Morin Khuur, or Horse Head Fiddle, an instrument decorated with a horse's head carved from wood and has two or three strings made of horse hair. It has a hoarse voice combined with a clear tone. It must the Mongolian counterpart to our violin, viola, cello and bass group of instruments.

JUST CLİCK TO LİSTEN

The next morning we are in Kharkorin or Karakurum (not to be mixed with the mountains and highway between Pakistan and China), which first served as a rallying point for Cengiz Han's troops. By 1220, it became pretty much the capital of the world  when the city was made the center of Cengiz Han's empire. Permanent structures were erected only after Cengiz Han's death by his son and successor Ögeday Han. Nevertheless, Karakurum served as the political, cultural and economic capital of the Mongols for only forty years before  Kubilay Han moved the Mongol capital to Khanbalik, later to become Beijing.  Following this move and the subsequent collapse of the Mongolian empire, Karakurum was abandoned and destroyed by vengeful Manchurian  soldiers in 1388. Whatever was left was used to construct the Erdene Zuu Khiid (monastery) in the 16th century (which itself was badly damaged during the Stalinist purges). So today, there is unfortunately little left to recall the ancient glory of Karakurum. 

The only remnant of the old city is one single ''turtle rock'', four of which marked the boundaries of old Karakurum. The turtles were acting as protectors of the city since in those times they were considered a symbol of eternity. The turtles originally had an inscribed stone stele mounted on their back.

THE ORHUN RİVER

KARAKURUM TODAY

THE TURTLE ROCK

We then went to see the ''phallic rock'', a rock pointing erotically to something interestingly called the ''vaginal slope''. Legend has it that this rock was placed here in an attempt to stop the monks of the monastery, filled with lust, from fraternising with local women. But today it has another purpose: all women who want a baby come here to pray for one.  

After some friends insisted on at least putting their feet in the river so important for our ancestors, the Orhun,  we continued to visit Erdene Zuu Khiid or Hundred Treasure  Monastery, the first Buddhist monastery built in Mongolia, for which work started in 1586 but was completed only three hundred years later. The monastery had between sixty and one hundred temples, about three hundred gers were set up inside, and at its peak ten thousand monks were in residence. Unfortunately, during the Stalinist purges all but three temples in Erdene Zuu were destroyed and a great part of the monks were either killed or shipped to Siberia never to be heard of again. However, before being killed or shipped away, the monks managed to bury underground a surprising number of statues, masks and thangkas (religious cloth banner) that can be seen today in the monastery. The monastery remained closed until 1965 when it was permitted to re-open as a museum but not a place of worship. It was only after the collapse of communism in 1990 that religious freedom was restored and the monastery became active again.

 ERDENE ZUU KHİİD

OUTER WALL WİTH 108 STUPAS

PRAYER TİME BUT THİS YOUNG MONK
İS BUSY TEXTİNG ON HİS MOBİLE PHONE.

TOURİSTİC CENGİZ HAN

After having driven a bit in green pastures, all of a sudden we found ourselves in the middle of large barren expenses of gravel plains. We were in the Gobi Desert , one of the world's greatest deserts covering much of the southern part of Mongolia and Northern China. Sandy dunes cover only 3% of the Gobi. It is still one of the world's least populated regions and signs of life are rare aside from a few windblown shrubs scattered in the dunes. And even though transportation and infrastructure are scarce and distances are great, the Mongols have made a home of it, though the few who do, rely only on herds of camel for their livelihood. We were lucky to have experienced drivers since in this flat land where you can sometimes see for 100 km ahead, it is easy to get lost even with a map and the best of insructions as there are no landmarks along the way. 

 As in the Gobi there is only enough vegetation to maintain camels, we were at once greeted by them, the horse having totally disappeared from view. 

WHİLE ALL OUR CARS SPED İN THE WİLDERNESS,
I HAD A FEELİNG OF RİDİNG WİTH THE HORDES
OF CENGİZ HAN.

THE CAMELS HERE ARE OF THE
TWO-HUMPED VARİETY.

In the 1920's the world's most important find of dinosaur bones took place in the Gobi Desert and this place with red cliffs is now called Bayangaz Dinosaur Cliffs. Those striking red cliffs still have dinosaur fossils all over the place. It seems there are no resources to excavate them, so they are left lying in the sand.

We then visited a ''forest'' of saxaul trees which seemed to be frozen in place and time. A very interesting site, though too hot in the midday sun. Normal since we are in the middle of a desert. We were reminded of that last point when a huge sand storm started. Very strong winds came out of nowhere and we could not see anything anymore. We were in the 4x4 hoping our driver knew where he was going. A little while later, even though all the windows were closed, I started feeling the taste of sand in my mouth. Our driver told us not to worry, and a good sauna and massage would take the whole sand and tiredness away when we reached our ger camp. I did not believe him. We are going to a ger camp in the middle of the desert and in the middle of nowhere. What would a sauna and massage be doing there? Well, I was wrong because there really was sauna and massage at the ger camp. 

The sand storm abated as quickly as it had begun and it seems we were lucky since sometimes it would last continuously for a few days. And we reached our ger camp in bright sunshine. After all that sand, showering in running hot water was a blessing. 

THE MİDDLE OF NOWHERE

                                 

BAYANGAZ DİNOSAUR CLİFFS

SAXAUL TRESS ''FROZEN''  İN THE HEAT

  

ONE OF THE SANDY PARTS OF THE GOBİ.

WELCOME TO OUR GER CAMP



THE SUN HAS SET.
İT İS COLD AND DARK

 The next morning we flew from Dalanzadgad, the capital city of the Gobi Province and situated at the far end of the Gobi, back to UB and immediately continued by car to visit the Tonyukuk Inscription, around 50 kilometers southwest of UB. We were met on the site by a guard on horseback.

THE TONYUKUK İNSCRİPTİON (720-725) DESCRİBİNG THE
MİLİTARY HİSTORY OF THE GÖKTÜRKS AS TOLD BY TONYUKUK. 

We then drove to Terelj National Park which is very near UB and gives you the impression of being in the Mongolian countryside. İt is indeed the countryside but nothing like the one we saw on the way to the Gobi, or the Gobi itself. The main reason is that it is very touristic, even the passengers of the Trans-Siberian railway stopping here to see Mongolia. İt is not seeing the real thing but only a copy of it in my opinion. The ger camps are flashy, the nomad families seem to be here for the convenience of  the tourist and even the wilderness seems ''manicured''.
What astonished me after the dryness of the Gobi was that everything here was under water. It seems it had rained a lot in the last few days, and the Tuul River had overflown its banks.

GENERAL VİEW OF TERELJ

VERY PASTORAL İNDEED

YAKS

What was nice, even if very touristic, is that a special Nadaam Festival, the most important festival in the country,  had been organised for us. The Nadaam festival takes place very year in July and is part a family reunion, part fair and part nomad Olympics. Nadaam has its roots in the nomad assemblies and hunting extravaganzas of the Mongol armies. During the festival, traditional Mongolian sports are carried out : men compete in Mongolian wrestling matches, while young boys race horses across the steppe . Men and women of all ages compete in archery , all to the sound of local musicians playing the two-string horse hair violin and drums. Those Mongolian sports are an extension of the military training used for centuries by the Mongol clans.  

IT ALL STARTED WİTH A LONG SPEECH FROM
THE MASTER OF CEREMONİES.

TO THE SOUND OF MUSİC

WRESTLİNG WAS MADE İN SEVERAL ROUNDS.
FİRST SOME WİNGED MOVEMENTS ARE MADE
TO SYMBOLİZE DİFFERENT BİRDS.  

THEN THE FİGHT STARTS.

THE FİRST TO TOUCH THE GROUND WİTH ANY PART OF THE
BODY EXCEPT HANDS AND FEET LOSES.

THE WİNNER MAKES AN ''EAGLE'' VİCTORY DANCE

AND GOES FOR THE SECOND ROUND.

A BOY WAİTS WİTH THE HAT OF THE FİGHTER
WHO WİLL HAVE THE RİGHT TO PUT İT ON
İF HE WİNS.

PREPARATİONS ARE ON FOR THE HORSE RACE

İN THİS COUNTRY PEOPLE LEARN TO RİDE A HORSE
BEFORE THEY LEARN HOW TO WALK

THİS İS A COMPETİTOR İN THE HORSE RACE.
UNBELIEVABLE. YOU WONDER HOW HE CAN
SİT ON THE HORSE WİTHOUT GOİNG OVERBOARD.

ARCHERY HAS ALSO STARTED.
ARCHERS HAVE TO CONSTANTLY FACTOR İN THE BLOWİNG WİND.

ON THE SİDE, SHAMAN DANCES ARE ON.

AS WELL AS ''CONTORTİON'', A MONGOLİAN ART OF SHOWİNG THE

ABİLİTY OF THE HUMAN BODY TO EXPRESS ANYTHİNG.

What is usually not part of a Nadaam Festival but specially staged for us was a fashion show of modernised traditional Mongolian costumes and to me that was the best part of the whole  festival since I found the designs extremely interesting. Would I wear them ? No. But they were nice to watch. And some of the Mongol girls were simply beauties.

And last but not least we were to watch  Sham dances,  a Buddhist dance with strong shamanistic influences where costumes and huge masks are worn by the dancers.



The Mongols  are very nice people, with eyes not as slanted as the Chinese or Japanese , and they have very high cheekbones. That translates into some of the most ''cheeky'' babies I have ever seen.  

ADMİT THAT THİS İS MADE TO BE EATEN.

THOSE RED CHEEKS ARE FABULOUS.

Mongolia, the last stretch of unspoilt land in Asia, the lowest population density in the world, the ultra-friendly Mongols, the ''Land of the Blue Sky'', the flat country where you can see for kilometers ahead, is a splendid country. In this age of crammed cities with buildings shooting high in the sky, of unending traffic jams, of people who live in cyberspace, go to Mongolia if you want to feel human again. You will feel  a sense of infinity, of endlessness, of quiet and peace, of solitude and void that no other place on earth can give you. Those  feelings  will stay with you for years to come as a memory of Mongolia since you cannot take a picture of infinity.If you need to be reminded of those feelings, go to Mongolia.

NOTE: In the text all names of people and places that are of Turkic or Turkish origin have been given in the Turkish alphabet and in the way they are used in Turkish.