See the red line? That's "The" red line. Liz is one foot in Russia, one in Mongolia. |
We continued on our drive northeast and pulled into Altanbulag, winding our way through the streets past parked cars and people walking to the border, we pulled up to the first gate and parked our car. As we got out, we were escorted past the first checkpoint and into the border station. We were met there by another border guard who took us around the rest of the checkpoints and up to the border itself. We joked a little about the ease of "getting into Russia" but just 25 or so years ago, this would have been truly impossible, and the it would have been crawling with border guards. As it was, there were many, and there were still strong double fences, and many guard towers.
We took a picture back on the Mongolian side, from left to right, that's Mr. TUVSHIN, Liz, Nate, and Mr SAGAI. We climbed back into the car, and headed west this time, back through Suhbaatar, around the city, and then we headed north along a dirt, snow covered road. Today was all about us just being tourists, and the scenery was amazing. Frankly much of the drive there, when there weren't any buildings around, reminded me of the Berkshires after a snowstorm in December. We kept heading steadily up, and steadily north until we arrived at a tiny little spot to pull off, with steps headed up the side of the mountain (which we seemed, over the course of the last hour to have already ascended much of.) We got out and starting trekking through the snow, to the top. When we reached the top, there was a small picnic area and some walkways out onto the most prominent outcroppings. It was spectacular.
The Selenge River in the foreground, the mountains of Russian in the distance. |
We then headed back to UB with a few short stops on the way. We stopped at a Sacred Tree, which is a holy site in the Buddhist religion. Pilgrims and passerbys alike come to the tree to make an offering, wishes and prayers.
The number of blue silk ribbons were staggering, each one representing a wish or prayer. |
The "wall" around the outer edge is made of packages of tobacco left in offering. |
The trees around the outside were also covered in ribbons as well illustrating the magnitude of people who had ventured well off the paved road, across a long, very rough dirt road to come to this place.
We hopped back in the car and settled in for our long ride back to UB. a few hours into the trip we spied several combines harvesting a field of grain. We pulled over, got out and took some pictures, and stopped to talk with the farmer for a few minutes. In this field of wheat there were two Chinese combines working, both rented by the farmer. The yields, the best I can work out with my unit conversions, are around 1250 lbs/acre.
Right next to the wheat field was a field of sunflowers being harvested with an old Russian combine, take a look at my facebook page to see the video of that machine in action.
This was a great day, and a great capstone to our trip north. We slept very in preparation for our Luncheon the next day, joining with the Mongolian Fellows, US Ambassador Piper Campbell and some of her staff for the Eisenhower Day of Fellowship. But more on that next time.
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