The landscape from Trencher to Orkhon is hilly, and there are trees. Ovoos at the top of every hill, and vast valleys, immense hills, and the blue sky goes forevers.
So many different wild flowers amongst the grasses.
Stopped at the top of a huge hill. The drivers set up the table and refreshments, I wandered under the trees, and found a herd of horses enjoying the shade.
It was quite unexpected being amongst the horses. They watched me, and I watched them.
Tyler on her way to the refreshment stop. The riders had to work hard to get to the top of the hill. It was about 1800 metres above sea level.
More wild flowers.
Emilien di Gennaro and Eric Dussuchal on the hill climb. Willy Mulonia bringing up the rear.
Having a quick bite and drink before the downhill.
This is a blue and orange butterfly. I couldn't get any closer, as they would flirt off to another place.
The downhill.
Another butterfly on the grasses.
The valleys have no fences, no houses. A different feeling from the pastures in New Zealand.
Mongolian khatas (prayer cloth) are usually blue, symbolizing the blue sky.
The old russian van waiting at the edge of the forest.
More wild flowers.
The riders coming up the last forested hill.
Another valley, grasslands and traditional nomadic homes (gers) made of felt.
Riding along the Khangai Mountain Range. Horses kept us company again. Some goats as well.
A farmers corral for the sheep and goats.
The Khangai Mountain Range. That is a herd of horses next to the gravel road.
Looking back along the ridge line. So many hills, so little forest.
Another refreshment stop for the riders.Sandy, Eric, Emilien and Tyler. (and our luggage)
Lovely to see these flowers at such high altitude.
Joseph cycling with the rock formations in the background.
The vans, waiting for me. We're in for a decent downhill of about 20 kms into the Orkhon River Valley.
Another burial ground, the concentric rings of rocks, with a larger pile of rocks in the centre. At least 7,000 years old.
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