Teralj - Take 2

Gee this country is beautiful.
I have just had another weekend in the countryside, this time with James. Another group of volunteers have arrived from Australia and they were going to Teralj for a short stay. So, with James going into golfing withdrawals, we traveled along with them.
We set off Saturday morning and were a little way out of town when we joined a line of cars, a traffic jam which seemed to go as far as the eye could see. Our driver, being resourceful, decided to take another road. This meant us having to return to the city, so we had a good look around. We didn't realise that what usually takes about an hour and a half, would take us closer to six.
We traveled through what I think was a national park reasonably close to the city. Here we noticed several shrines. Of course we stopped and all got out and took photos, it was a really beautiful spot to have such colorful memorials to those you love. Apparently, it is custom to hold a stone and walk around the shrine about nine times, then drop your stone on the pile. The pole is covered with lengths of fabric which catch the wind. It really is beautiful and peaceful.

We were traveling along in a minibus, about 10 of us piled in. The driver seemed to know where he was going until we went to exit the park and the guy at the boom-gate didn't look as though he was going to let us get past. Seemed this track was restricted to shorter vehicles because we had to pass under a railway bridge. Anyway, we went bumping on and the cry from one of the girls was "I should have worn my sports bra". It really was a rough ride. This track was much more suited to a four wheel drive, not a ten seater minibus.
We got to the bridge and the driver got out. The spare tyre had been on a roof-rack, but that was put to the side while James made sure the roof didn't scrape. Cows were sent plodding through the mud to make room for us. A cheer went out when we got to the other side unscratched.

When we eventually got to our destination, James was keen to check out the golf course. I think he was a little disappointed. This morning, while I went horse-riding (yep that's right) James had a round of golf. I phoned him half way through and I won't repeat his comments. Needless to say, he isn't in  a rush to go back.
Apart from a few minor horse-riding mishaps, it was a fantastic afternoon. We rode horses through the river to where the land opened up and was so beautiful, so peaceful, so pristine.

We rode for two hours, stopping at one stage to visit a ger where we had yogurt and milky tea. The visit wasn't planned but we were made so welcome, the Mongolians known for their hospitality. It looks like a simple life, but imagine waking up to such scenery every morning.

Some of the group looked more comfortable on horses that others, but we had a fantastic afternoon. Once the horses were pointed toward home, they looked a little happier. We crossed the river again and had to travel in single file as we went through the trees. The horses were more comfortable in going up a rather steep hill than I was, but we got to the top of the hill and the hotel was in sight. The saddles didn't have a lot to hold on to and the horses manes weren't long enough to grab in an emergency, so it was rather risky business. And the horses don't seem to realise that they are short and fit under trees easily, not taking into account the rider, so there was lots of ducking.
But we were back and had to think about heading back to the city...what a shame.

Too soon we were back in the city, but we have decided that we will be back, but next time in the winter so we can experience a winter wonderland.

Naadam Mania

We weren’t quite sure what to expect. We had read about it and we knew it is a very significant time on the Mongolian calendar. We sensed the excitement building as the days got closer and knew something was happening because everything started to slow down in anticipation of the holiday. Naadam is a festival celebrated all over Mongolia, always at this time of year and is one of two big national holidays.

Getting tickets for the stadium events proved a little harder than we expected. Excuses were that it was an election year, everyone wanted tickets, that the queues were longer than expected, they were only selling two tickets at a time. So when James’ contacts said they had tickets for the three days of events at local prices, we were rather chuffed.  Scalpers were out on the streets at night a few days before and as we walked up to the stadium, there were still tickets being pulled from plastic bags. Guess we were foreigners so they figured we would be prepared to part with extra cash for the once in a life-time show.

It was with excitement that we walked 3 kms through the drizzle following lots of others making the pilgrimage. It was like the Royal Show, lots of things to see outside the arena, sideshow alley, food stalls only selling traditional foods, kids with balloons and a block of portable toilets that I avoided.

 

Lots of people were dressed for the occasion, couples wearing matching dels. A del is like a coat, either lighter fabric for summer or heavier for winter. They are at least calf length and tied at the waist with a sash. It’s common to see older people wearing them about the streets, generally older gentlemen with bowed legs, Stetson hats and riding boots or older ladies, also bow legged, but with high heel shoes, scalf tied around there neck and sun hat on their heads. But for Naadam, there was a display of Sunday best, brand new dels out for the occasion. Most were happy to stop and pose for a photo.

Once inside, we found our seats, dried off the water then sat and waited for it all to begin. It looked a little disorganised with people in different uniforms and costumes all mingling together, but eventually they made their way to different parts of the of the arena and the band struck up a tune. The procession started with soldiers in ceremonial dress astride beautiful white horses leading the way. They carried poles topped with gold bands and white horse hair that caught the breeze. These poles are referred to as flags and are quite significant in the culture. They are called “Yoson Kholt Tsagaan Tug” or Nine White Banners. During war black ones are displayed but these white ones are a sign of peace and democracy and live in the parliament. The nine poles were placed in a circular stand and were guarded ceremoniously by soldiers before being returned to parliament after the closing ceremony.

Standing Guard Over the Flags

The Opening Ceremony was a little like the opening of the Olympics with displays of dance and costumes, all significant in some way and all states of Mongolia represented. There was Kazak dancing, lots of acknowledging of the gods, a Buddhist monk, pop singers and the Mongolian Olympic team doing a lap of honour. And all done in a language that we had no idea what they were saying, but the spectacle was fantastic. The music stirred the soul and you couldn’t help but get mixed up in the pride of the nation.

Enter the Cauldron

Kazakh Dancers

Singing the National Anthem

Naadam Stadium Opening Ceremony

Mongolian Olympic Team

All the speeches done, the banners rolled away and the oval cleared, out came the wrestlers. The main sports of Naadam are wrestling, horse riding and archery, all talents deemed as important from years back. So this is really serious stuff, with drug testing stations and the winner acquiring immense status in the community, as well as rewards of cash and cars.

The strolled out, did their stretches and adjusted their rather skimpy outfits. The tops were really just sleeves, joined with fabric at the back and a string tied around their ample bellies. And the bottoms were like budgie smugglers. They were either red or blue and embroidered with a check pattern in places. Their heads were topped with a little cap made of velvet, looking very Mongolian. The art of wrestling is ingrained with ceremony. When the wrestler comes out, he jogs over to the guy who is his “corner”, puts his arms up pretending to be an eagle, flies around him a little, then the corner guy takes his cap. The wrestler then jogs over to the stand with the Nine White Banners and does a circle of that, pretending to be an eagle. I had a quiet giggle, not wanting to offend anyone and start a riot. But did this guy know how silly he looked. I mean, he is a moving advertisement for Jenny Craig but flapped around pretending to be a bird like he was on Play School. But like I said, this is big bucks, so guess I’d do it too. 

Anyway, he goes back into the middle and picks on a guy by grabbing his budgie smuggles while squatting nose to nose with him. They do a little dance like two crabs circling in the sand, until eventually one trips the other over. The winner is the one who fell on top of the other guy. He gets up, flaps his wings again and takes off to the Nine White Banners, curtseys to they, then goes back and gets his hat and jogs off of the oval. I don’t know how they score or why some big guys were fighting some much smaller guys, but this went on for about two days. There obviously are grades because in the paper were results talking about the grand eagle, the grand lion and lots of other ferocious animals.

When we went back the second day, we spent some time watching the archery, at least I could understand what the aim was there. They shot arrows down a field and had to knock over some little wicker baskets at the other end. I could see the skill in this. But at the other end were some silly buggers standing next to the little wicker baskets, wouldn’t get me doing that. Although, the tip of the arrow was a lump of fiber-glass, but still, it would hurt. When they hit the baskets, they would wave their arms up, when they missed, their arms were down. These men and ladies must have a good deal of strength, they would tremble with tension as they pulled the string back.

Archery Competitors

Archery Field

Target

 

There was another lesser known sport played, using the ankle bones of sheep. (I have my own issues with ankle bones, but I put my fear aside and investigated) It was called Ankle Bone Shooting. I call them knucklebones, like we used to play with as kids. But these are flicked at a target while a group of fellows sat in a circle. They had to flick the bone so that it landed in a box, knocking out another bone. It was all done ceremoniously with chanting and tossing the bone to each other before it is launched toward the box. Again, I don’t understand the rules, but they looked like they were having fun.

Shooting Ankle Bones

We had put two of the three days behind up, and the third day was the most girly. The paper had said it started at 10 am, so we were in the square early. But, as is the way with information here, that wasn’t correct. The procession of national costumes didn’t start till 12 but it gave us plenty of time to look around (and enough time for me to dash to the Chinese Embassy in pursuit of a visa…a very long story). It seemed like every second person in the crowd had really dressed for the occasion. Mongolians are quite fashion conscious and when you see their national costumes, it is easy to see where that comes from. They are stunning, so beautifully embellished and in all colours of the rainbow. And it was young and old, all so proud to display their best outfits.

The procession was arranged in regions, so there was a sense of competitiveness to be the best dressed. They strolled along in groups, smiling and waving. Every now and then the procession would slow or stop, so we had a good look. I had the camera ready and these fashion models were quite keen to strike a pose so I could snap a million photos. When they stopped, someone would call out to the crowd and hands would be shook and a chat catching up on news. It was such a happy, friendly atmosphere with lots of laughs. 

Kazakh Family

Blue Sky Tower and Sukhbaatar Square

Just at the end of the procession, the rain started. It was almost as if the clouds had waited to the end. But it didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd. While we retreated to higher ground (a restaurant on the third floor of a nearby building), everyone popped up a brolly and stood in the rain to watch the catwalk while prizes were given for the best dressed. It was a great end to fantastic festival that I am so glad we were here to see. The party atmosphere is ongoing, the shops still closed and I think the vodka sampled. But, how lucky are we to be a part of such national pride.