Final Days: The Naadam Festival and UlaanBaatar

Karen and Helge end their journey in UlaanBaatar, the capital of Mongolia, where they witness the extraordinary Naadam Festival.
There was an army of women enrobed in the most beautiful outfits I have ever seen. Representing historical national dress from different provinces, they took center field walking slowly and proudly in their glorious garb. Fox and sable fur trim and hats adorned many outfits. Long robes in earthen colors of finely embroidered silk with capes and beads, headdresses and towering hats slithered by no more than ten feet away from us. There was so much detail and variety in the wardrobe feast, it's quite impossible to describe. Mongolian nobility, they were absolutely breathtaking and they ushered in the beginning of the games.
There was silence in the crowd, then crazy cheering as a live, big-screen view showed the first two-year-old horse, or "Azarga," crossing the finish line. Horse races are determined by the age of the horse and the age determines the distance to be run: anywhere from 10 km for a one year old, all the way to 33 km for six-year-olds. Horses of the same age run together, all ridden by children, some as young as five or six.
The festival's vibrancy catches Karen by surprise, and she finds herself accepting a grain of wisdom about life from a 15 year old girl who tells Karen, after Karen has watched a horse die, that "the living of life teaches about life."
With this grain of truth in Karen and Helge's hands, their journey along the legendary Trans-Siberian route ends and Karen muses that her trip has truly been about "the living of life."
Labels: mongolia, naadam, train, trans-siberian, travel, ulaanbaatar





