This post is again motivated by the Oflow app, that urges me to be creative. Today the app told me that I should set my self a goal to achive for the next hour, and also set a reward for goofing up on that specific goal.
So my goal for the next hour will be to beat the hell out of some of my opponents in the flick kick soccer game and then - if I really make an effort maybe - write some blog post about the day today and the arrival in the ger camp and certainly the highlight; me driving the huge Russian heavy goods vehicle, or truck if you want it characterized like that.
Now it is an hour later and my first of my goals accomplished, I bet the heck out of the opposing teams I met in the league, then in the international cup as in the infinity cup. Now my team (FC Traktor) lacks stamina and they have to rest. So do I.
Before I can do so I need to finish the other goal of mine and write a post about the day today: up very early to pack an overnight bag, then eat some breakfast before we started the trip to the ger camp. Once again the breakfast at the Stearns was salubrious - yes it is a word, and it means something like that things brings good health!
At breakfast there was some differentiated thinking about leaving times and lunch at the camp or not, and as we got on our way shortly after 9:45ish, Mr Stearns realized that the traffic wasn't that bad at all and we were an hour early to be picked up.
To kill time we went for a wee drive through one of the many ger districts at the outskirts of Ulaan Baatar before we met the truck that should take us up over the mountain pass and down into the next valley and the ger camp, where we would stay over night.
The trip over the hill was quite a challenge for all the humans in the truck as for the dogs and material. Good thing was that the material was old fashioned mechanical russian handcraft in the form of an older russian army vehicle with huge wheels and the very much needed four wheel drive capability.
On that bumpy drive we did not only have to conquer the steap hill towards the pass. Down in the valley at the other side of the pass there was a huge muddy swamp and a floating river to cross before we finally arrived at the ger camp. But wauw, was it worth the struggle, as we got peace, silence and a stuning view at the landscape and the sky.
Time at a ger camp isn't quite the same as time in the city. In fact time didn't count at all. there was no other sound than our own voices and the river not so far away. There was nothing we had to manage before the sun set, only scheduled thing was the amazing meals provided in the dining ger.
The weather was fine and warmish, so what else to do than relax, read a or try out the very traditional Mongolian sport of archery.
And then it came to the highlight; a drive in the old Russian cargo truck at the camp. I saw it as we arrived earlier as it was parked just outside the camp.
I tried my luck and asked the camp manager if I could try to drive it, he said yes and that I should wait for the driver to be finished some job he was doing. He came out later and we went for a spin in that amazing truck. The ride went out on the dirt roads and through mud holes and the river. It was fantastic and rather bumpy.
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