Having had a lovely night's sleep, we headed for Kharkhorun - a Buddhist monastery built on the ruins of the capital built by Chinggis Khan's son. The communists laid waste to a lot of it, but what remains is an interesting insight into past and present life and culture (Buddhism has made a comeback since the early 90s). The Buddhist equivalent of a service goes on for four hours and a full meal is served to the chanting monks.
Kharkhorun delivered our first sampling of proper local food - something akin to a fried meat pasty - although who knows what the meat was. Tasted good though.
From there we headed to a waterfall - rain and cold kyboshed the thought of camping and we headed for another ger. Our driver took up cooking duties, which initially involved collecting some smooth stones and putting them in the wood burning stove. Once they were white hot, they went in a stock pot with some water (it looked like a big metal thermos flask) and they were joined by some veg and a very fresh rack of lamb. Wait for half an hour - delicious.
Kharkhorun delivered our first sampling of proper local food - something akin to a fried meat pasty - although who knows what the meat was. Tasted good though.
From there we headed to a waterfall - rain and cold kyboshed the thought of camping and we headed for another ger. Our driver took up cooking duties, which initially involved collecting some smooth stones and putting them in the wood burning stove. Once they were white hot, they went in a stock pot with some water (it looked like a big metal thermos flask) and they were joined by some veg and a very fresh rack of lamb. Wait for half an hour - delicious.
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