Night in a yurt

A  long roadtrip, walking along the Great Wall of China, a meal with a surprise and a cold night in a mongolian yurt in the grasslands. A normal saturday for sure!

Our second day ends in a cosy little yurt in the middle of the grasslands in Inner Mongolia. The whole day we have either travelled, climbed up and down mountains – or strolled along the Great Wall of China. Happy and cheerful we face the mongolian grasslands, where we will eat dinner with a mongolian family and then spend the night in a yurt. On our way we are suddenly told that the family have gone to the city and won’t be back until the next day, so we would have to make dinner ourselves. So we just stop the car at a restaurant along the road, order us some baozi and milktea, and let the events of the day sink in while the owner of the restaurant tries to marry away the Canadian to his son – then she would get a nice and strong Mongolian husband, get to own lots of sheeps and eat meat every day (Mongolians love meat) – in other words, a good deal! After having discovered that there was lots of meat in our tea (something the vegeterian definitely did NOT expect; we laughed a lot about it) we decided to get going, after all it had been a long day. After an unnerving car ride with “I think this is the right way”, “Hmm the road looks very dangerous” and “I think that maybe we might have passed it” we finally arrived. The night had descended upon Mongolia and we could finally lay down under warm duvets and relax. The pictures below are from the yurt. Enjoy!

// Vår andre dag avsluttes i en koselig liten yurt midt ute i the grasslands i Indre Mongolia. Hele dagen har vi enten reist, klatret opp og ned fjell – eller gått langs den kinesiske mur. Fornøyde og blide vender vi nesen mot de mongolske grasslands, hvor vi skal spise middag med en mongolsk familie og deretter tilbringe natten i en yurt. På veien bort får vi vite at familien har dratt inn til byen og kom ikke tilbake før neste dag, så middag måtte vi fikse selv. Da endte vi opp med å stoppe bilen ved en liten restaurant langs veien, bestilte oss litt baozi og milktea, og lot dagen synke inn mens eieren av restauranten prøvde å gifte bort kanadieren til sønnen – da kunne hun få en snill og sterk mongolier, få eie masse sauer og få spise kjøtt hver eneste dag (mongoliere elsker kjøtt) – en god deal med andre ord! Etter å ha oppdaget at det var fullt av kjøtt i teen vår (det hadde ihvertfall ikke vegeterianeren forventet; vi lo godt) bestemte vi oss for å komme oss avgårde, det hadde tross alt vært en lang dag. Etter en nervepirrende kjøretur med “I think this is the right way”, “Hmm the road looks very dangerous” og “I think that maybe we might have passed it” kom vi endelig fram. Natten hadde senket seg over Indre Mongolia og vi kunne endelig legge oss under varme dyner og slappe av. Bildene under er fra yurten. Enjoy!

yurt 1

yurt 3

yurt 4

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. anita bettum says:

    For et eventyr du er i for tiden Maiken!

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    1. maikenar says:

      Ja, det er helt utrolig – jeg må nesten klype meg i armen for alt virker som en drøm 🙂

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