The swift currents carried us towards a heard of yaks, cooling off in the refreshing river. At our sight, most reluctantly waded out of our path, all but a large white yak, its long matted hairs giving it a Jamaican Rastafarian look. It stared at us like a dear in the headlight. As we steered our 17 foot canoes to avoid the beast, it decided it was time to bolt, darting in front us. Eric, in the back of the boat, steered the canoe the opposite direction, just avoiding close canoe/yak collision.
The Eg River weaved through a narrow valley with cliffs escalading up from the river banks. As we paddled further down the Eg it grew in size, and the terrain started to open up, fields of goats, horses, sheep, cows and yaks spotted the country side. The white canvas used to fabricate the gers (Mongolian yurts), contrasted in color with the green mountain side. The inhabitants of the gers stopped their daily chores for a minute as we exchanged the Mongolian greeting “sain bainuu”.
Although beautiful, Lake Khovsgol felt like a long slog uphill. Now with the swift currents, the last three days have been a downhill bike ride.
Sarah McNair-Landry
Latitude:50.14146
Longitude:101.63471
GPS location Date/Time:07/20/2010 22:20:58 ULAT
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