As for me, I was born on the border between China and Mongolia, and I dreamed of going to the other side of the border since I was a child.
So, in the summer of 20 17, we went to Mongolia together and found the reindeer herder in our hearts near Kusugur Lake in the northwest!
We took the train from Beijing to Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. We rented an old Soviet military vehicle, bumped for three days (set up a tent by the roadside at night), and then arrived at the city of Kategale at the southern end of Kusugur Lake.
Then, everyone carried super-heavy backpacks with tents, sleeping bags, cooking stoves and other foods, first went north and then west along the lake into the valley, walked for 10 days, about 130 kilometers, and finally arrived in Lombok Town, Renqin.
Along the way, everyone drank the lake and river, picked up dead wood and lit a bonfire to cook. At night, they can hear wolves howling, and a big sign warns that there are bears ahead.
In Lombok, Renqin, we rented a car to the lake more than 100 kilometers away and found Uncle Nalan Lake.
He asked his two sons and son-in-law to be guides, and nine of us set off on nine short but strong Mongolian horses, two of which were carrying luggage.
The tour guide fee we pay is fixed.
So later, everyone wanted to break their heads and couldn't figure it out. Obviously, there is a road that takes only one and a half days, and it is easy to walk. Why choose the difficult and time-consuming one!
In the past three days, we have waded through several swamps.
Every time the horse doesn't even sink into the mud, I think of the horrible scene of female soldiers being swallowed up by the swamp in the Soviet movie "The Dawn is Quiet here".
We climbed up and down countless slopes, and every time the horse stumbled down the steep slope, I always felt that I would fall headlong in the next second. ...
We once rode for nearly half an hour along a foot-wide path near the cliff. I'm afraid the horse will slip off the cliff and accidentally fall off the horse. That was the longest half an hour I have ever experienced!
The Yesenia family can ride horses, but they still complain; I only rode an old horse in the park and took some photos. Although I am always surprised, I am not in danger after all. I didn't fall behind and cause any trouble, which is absolutely a miracle.
As a Catholic, Yesenia had to say, "You may have been Mongolian in your last life!"
On the afternoon of the third day, the horse carried us up a mountain, and we led the horse-the slope was too steep for the guide to ride over-and walked down one foot high and one foot low.
Finally, across a wide but shallow river, everyone saw the unique conical tent of reindeer herders in the distance-the scorpion!
By that time, we had fled Beijing for more than 20 days!
The horse led us across the river with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Several shepherds have been waiting there. Relying on solar power generation equipment made in China, they also used electrical appliances and mobile phones, and wanted to know that we were here.
After sitting, the hostess put a small pot of bread in front of everyone, and everyone just grabbed a small piece and tasted it.
Herdsmen are usually not rich, and grassland people are hospitable, so there is a tacit understanding between the host and the guest: the host is generous and the guests enjoy "stingy"!
In many yurts, there is also a "Kanpan" full of attractive food-just for watching! The reindeer herders in the depths of the mountains are particularly short of materials!
I took out a small bottle of high-alcohol wine specially brought from China and pointed to the 56 printed on it. They all laughed.
Everyone passed the bottle of wine around happily, and everyone took a careful sip from the bottle cap, and then it seemed to enjoy it. Naturally, they handed the wine to the three women by the door, and the women drank it generously.
Cuozi is supported by more than a dozen long tree trunks at the top, wrapped in canvas, with curtains hanging on the front as doors. There is a big hole at the top of the pinch, from which all the trunks and chimneys protrude.
They migrate 5- 10 times a year, but the owner says it only takes 15 minutes to set up the broom. He is actually a foreigner. Just because he fell in love with a woman here, he "married" without hesitation.
If you live in your own tent, tourists don't have to pay, but you'd better send some gifts, cigarettes, old clothes, candy … everything is very popular, because there is nothing here.
But we live in Cuorozi, with 65,438+0,000 tugrik per person per night, which is RMB 30 yuan.
This is not for tourists, but for the owner.
In the center of the stove is a stove, which is a sacred place for the Mongols. There is a piece of cloth hanging in front, and there is a photo of the woman and her daughter on the low table below.
There is a piece missing from the trunk next to it, which makes the children always suspect that I stole it, because only I am used to drinking Mongolian milk!
On both sides of the low table, according to the shape of the broom, two eight-shaped beds were placed. In fact, it's just a few big stones against several boards. This half of the ground is covered with blankets.
The half near the door only has worn-out floor leather, and grass is directly exposed in some places.
Daily necessities such as toothbrushes and toothpaste are hung on the left side of the door; There are pots and pans on the right. For Mongolians, these two things must not be mixed together, let alone put in the wrong direction.