You can read Part 1 here. The Expedition schedule was planned to coincide with the naadam (festival) that is held at Arburd Sands ger camp every year to celebrate the camp’s anniversary. Since we were going out to a part of Mongolia, the far western Gobi, where there were very few herders I knew this was the perfect opportunity for the participants to get a taste of Mongol culture and just have a fun time, which we certainly did!
We set up camp the afternoon before, having driven about five hours from Ulaanbaatar.
Camp Central at Arburd Sands, cook tent on the right, dining tent on the leftWas this a great campsite or what?
We had time the next morning to get in some painting and sketching…
View from the dunesMagvandorj working on a landscapeTugs-oyun added the camels to her pieceSharon Schafer worked on recording the various plants in her sketchbookTime to go to the naadam!Some of us helped with the set-up, including putting up a gerWe took a few minutes to get a group shotThe local people had started to arrive, many on their horses. Here’s an example of Mongol leatherwork.Magvandorj and I sketched the horsesOur drivers, Batmaa and Sendag, helped with the real Mongolian BBQ….khorhog (mutton or goat cooked with extremely hot rocks in the metal containers)The tails of the horses who will be racing are wrapped part way down.The centerpiece of the naadam site….a big maikhan (summer tent)The opening festivities included a performance by a morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) player and a long singer who had a wonderful voice; and their brocade del were spectacularI’m presenting a painting I did of our host’s father some years ago. I had brought it to Mongolia for my exhibition at the National Museum of Mongolia and decided that it needed to stay in the country and with the family, which has shown me great kindness and hospitality over the yearsThe procession that starts the horse race. The jockeys are all singing a song to their horses that tells them that soon they will get to run and run and run.Three of the jockeys were young girlsHeading out to the starting pointIn the meantime, the anklebone shooting competition had gotten under wayThe target…stacked sheep’s anklebones; if hit they fall off the back into the boxThe competitors holding the piece of wood from which they launch an anklebone. You do not want to get hit by one if it goes off-lineAt last the horses and riders came back into viewRacing to the finish lineThe youngest riders were accompanied by at least one adult the whole wayOne of the girl jockeys. She exuded determination and seriousnessThe after-race feast…khorhog, salads and various dairy products like cheese, aruul (dried curds) and…The legendary mare’s milk of Mongolia….airagThen it was time for the wrestling, Mongol bokh. He’s doing the traditional Eagle Dance before a bout.And this youngster did a great job with his own version.The wrestlers in the traditional garb are more experienced and have probably earned rankings in the soum or aimag. Any local guy can enter and see what he can do, but the highest ranked wrestlers get to pick their opponent, so the odds aren’t good. There is no weight division. It’s everyone against everyone. The rules are very simple. First part of the body to touch the ground other than the feet means you lose. Within that simplicity is an infinite complexity of tactics and mind games. I’ve really become a fan.I found myself making a tough choice. I wanted to watch the wrestling, but a demonstration of catching and riding young horses had begun. The horses won out because I really needed more reference of riders using the urga (the long catchpole)We saw how 2 year olds are caught and ridden for the first time. It was a rodeo. This good-looking sturdy horse is feeling a bridle for the first time and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t like itHe really would rather notThe punctuation point and a moment later the bridle fell off, but all to no availProtesting in vain. As you can see, we could get as close to the action as we wanted. Some were a little too close, but no one was hurtMaybe not so bad after allJust love this photo of a young Mongol girl, totally at home on her horse and in her “nutag”, the land where she was bornOne of my favorite catch photos. The horsemanship we saw that afternoon was jaw-dropping, but nothing special for people put on a horse at age three. They ride like we walk.The winner of the horse race
Susan Fox, American Artist 