Yesterday the jijvvr at my school invited me to the countryside. So after preparing with some students for a spelling bee, Tserenbold, his wife and I drove a half hour into the endless Mongolian steppe. We picked up a herder and his wife, dropped them off at a mountain top alter, then made it to the gers. We barely made it up to the top of the cliff over looking the convergance point of the Kharaa and Orkhon rivers. Hiked up and around some hills, watched the crows play in the air currents, climbed some of the cliffs, circled the horse skull-littered Owoos and went back to the family waiting
in the ger.When we met up with the rest of the family we devoured bowl after bowl of fat, meat and flour, drank snake alcohol from Thailand, and made small talk in Mongolian. They were such a kind and warm-hearted family. Trips like this made me glad to be serving in Mongolia. I'm new to this whole blogging thing, but I'll try to give it a shot.
