Travelling Overland in Mongolia

Crawling out of my tent in the early Mongolianin Mongolia, forget about bringing a tall one. Once
morning, I look across a vast steppe covered in ayou step out of it, in one of those winds, say
colorful carpet with intricate patterns. There aregoodbye to it, as it tumbleweeds itself all the way
chives growing, as far as the eye can see andto the Russian border.
they're all in flower. Literally millions of mauve andMongolia really is a magnificent country to travel
white heads bobbing gently in the morning breeze.through and driving overland at our own pace, in
A delicious, heady scent of herbs permeates theour Land Rover, is allowing me to truly immerse
air as I move around our Land Rover, searchingmyself into some of the most spectacular
for my red tin mug.landscapes I have ever set eyes upon. I love the
We're camped on the edge of an enormous opengreat expanse of space and being able to interact
valley. It's like a giant basin, rimmed with darkwith the local people in the towns, the markets
towering mountains.....sentinels in the early morningand the herders, sharing a tiny part of their
light.traditional nomadic lives.
Mongolia, the Land of the Great Blue Sky isMongolia with all her beauty has indeed dazzled
indeed living up to her name on this crystal clearme but I am acutely aware of becoming
day.complacent. She is a land of temperature
"People pay squillions to wake up to a 360 degreeextremes and can change dramatically within a
view like this" I think, as I take in the beautyfew hours. I have heard reports of local folk who
which lies before me and languish in my chair,are aware of these extremes, having been
sipping my steaming coffee. It's an idyllic scenecaught out. Frozen dead bodies of unprepared
and as I absorb the smells, sights and sounds, Iherders have been found, out on the steppe in
wonder how long it will be till the wind wakesthese circumstances. These extreme
from her nightly slumber and begins to roar.temperatures are far more prevalent in Spring
I think back to two nights ago when we wereand Autumn.
camped in the Khongoryn Els Sand Dunes. OurIt's not often that two days are alike and I'm
nice little dome tent with the "cute little vents andlearning to expect the unexpected. From
lots of netting for great airflow"...just didn't cut it!sweltering in a pair of shorts one day, to twenty-
A wind from hell blew in during the night andfour hours later when I'm pulling on all my winter
hammered us for over six hours. I felt as thoughwoollies including my knitted beanie.
someone was standing over me with a giantTraveling in Mongolia was an eye opener. A real
pepper -shaker, spilling it over my face all night.shift from my western lifestyle. I only got a
I'm sure the wind speed was over sixtydiminutive taste of what this country has to offer
kilometres per hour because most of the timeand I was here for eight weeks. But what I saw,
my tent was so bowed in that it was touchingsmelled, heard and tasted tantalized all of my
my face. I could hear the gusts coming throughsenses. Mongolia is indelibly imprinted in my mind.
the dunes, like roaring waves or is it...a screamingMongolia is not for the faint hearted and if you're
banshee? I spent most of the night cowering intolooking for a five star type, cushy, comfortable
my sleeping bag to keep the sand from getting inholiday, then forget it. Mongolia is probably not for
my eyes, nose and ears.you. It's challenging, both emotionally and physically.
In the morning I was literally laying in a sandpit.If you decide that you'd like to experience a
What a night! The sandman really did show up!Mongolian adventure, it is in your best interests
And speaking of tents, if you're coming to traveland safety to be fully prepared.