Sunday, October 23, 2011

Mongolia


Tserendavaa's ger with a corrall for helping with livestock duties. This is were I spent most of my two months. Behind the dark clouds loom the massive (12,000 feet!) Altai mountains.
Grabbing an orphaned youngster for feeding time. This is louder than it looks- the baby is protesting loudly and the man wrestling her is laughing. In the foreground Tserendavaa prepares to sing and in the background Haar Nuur (Black Lake) looks more azur than ebony.
Tserendavaa sings Tulav Khulach (the name of this musical style) to a mother camel. The owner holds the lead and watches as an orphaned youngster drinks deep.
His work finished, Tserendavaa backs away cautiously.
Windstorm dimples (?) on a notable rock near Khovd.
Tserendavaa also made a big appearance at the big Khoomei festival in Khovd.
Also at the festival: the Khoomei Mafia out in force.Khovd Street Scene. This was minimum 8 hours or max. two days from where I was staying (depending on the driver and breakdowns.) On the world's most basic road network. Best to stay out herding the sheep.
Or collecting dung for the stove. Here we are standing at the pulsating nexus of sustainable energy research and development. Triumph!
Still life with poop.
Moving day- loading the house onto a truck. Altai mountains behind.
Tserendavaa sings khoomei tulav khulach for a horse and an orphaned filly.

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