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The largest horse statue in the world turns out is, well, large! It's size is likely helped by the fact that it's in the middle of the Mongolian steppe which is quite devoid of trees and any human-made large objects. So, out sits this giant giant Genghis on a horse. It's silver, which makes it rather difficult to actually look at with a glare. This statue is the centerpiece of what is planned to be a huge complex depicting the culture and lifestyle ...
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Morning in the Gobi! The dry spiced air even penetrates our Ger, and makes me want to get up.
In a derelict building in a village primarily consisting of wooden fences and shabby houses, we have bought (cow)milk, and after a half a liter we decide to go for a walk in the desert.
Just like Allan Quartermain, a small river is the last chance for water. We wade through it, and start climbing the hills on the other side.
There is very little vegetation and ...
Standing in the Pre-Gobi now. Horizon to horizon is yellowish grass with some sage brush. Very far west a stretch of low mountains, hazy in the dust.
Flies survive here, as everywhere. In the last hour we passed one Ger. Nearby must have been some water, for there was a large herd of sheep blocking our trail.
The whole day we have been racing south. The absence of roads does not prevent our courageous Chukka to keep the speed above 80 km/h (50 m/h). We have not seen ...