January 26, heading by van to the northwest of Murun.
Duujii and Malgar are singing in the back of the van. They are catching a ride with us to Bayanzurkh. Both sang for us in Murun. Malgar has become an advisor to the music project.
We drive up into the mountains, pausing at least once at a ger to talk about the path we are on. Path (not road) is a two-track. It's getting dark - we left Murun in the evening.
The snow sparkles like diamonds under our headlights. It's the kind of snow-ice that forms immediately into crystals, pulling the least bit of moisture out of the air. Temps hover between -25 and -40.
We arrive at Duujii's house at 10:30 pm and the team springs into action. The fire gets stoked, tea is made, dinner is chopped and cooked, all in a flurry of activity which is explained when, at 11:00 pm while we are eating, the electricity goes out. Apparently in Bayanzurkh electricity is generated only between 7 pm and 11 pm. Grab your headlamp...
Duujii and Malgar are singing in the back of the van. They are catching a ride with us to Bayanzurkh. Both sang for us in Murun. Malgar has become an advisor to the music project.
We drive up into the mountains, pausing at least once at a ger to talk about the path we are on. Path (not road) is a two-track. It's getting dark - we left Murun in the evening.
The snow sparkles like diamonds under our headlights. It's the kind of snow-ice that forms immediately into crystals, pulling the least bit of moisture out of the air. Temps hover between -25 and -40.
We arrive at Duujii's house at 10:30 pm and the team springs into action. The fire gets stoked, tea is made, dinner is chopped and cooked, all in a flurry of activity which is explained when, at 11:00 pm while we are eating, the electricity goes out. Apparently in Bayanzurkh electricity is generated only between 7 pm and 11 pm. Grab your headlamp...
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