13 Pictures of Ulaanbaatar
By now you’ve probably noticed that I tend to mention Ulaanbaatar a fair amount. Considering it acted as our hub, this isn’t too surprising. It’s also the largest city and the political center of Mongolia. So, of course I noticed a few things.
1. We flew in to the Ulaanbaatar airport (officially the Chengus Kahn Airport) three times. From the air you can really see the river that runs right through it. We’re still a ways out in this shot, so the gers and buildings just look like spots on the other side of the trees.
Suzie’s House 341 : The Latest Interview Technique
Suzie had always found people with a certain hang-dog expression repulsive. The droopy eyes, heavy jowls and general air of depression annoyed her. She knew better than to take it seriously, but still found it hard muster a smile at her next potential employer.
The Serialists of Jan. 22nd
Featured Author: Ann Pino Who is very gracious about letting me read a lot of her fiction from her archives as well as the current serial. Thanks, Ann.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
Khovsgol Lake
Khovsgol Lake is one of the two largest lakes in Mongolia. It’s the largest by volume, but second largest by area. It’s at about 5,000 feet in elevation, which puts it pretty close to the elevation where I live.
It’s close to Siberia. Though it was pretty comfortable when I was there, we talked to some people who had been there the week before, and they thought it was very cold. The main difference is that they had gotten more rain. On the day when we had rain, it got a bit chill.
A number of streams feed into the lake, but only one river flows out of it. The river winds through the valley looking just gorgeous as it heads for the ocean. So of course the Mongolians put a little way side on an overlooking hill complete with a modern art statue of which I didn’t get a good picture.
Let’s Try This Again
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The Cry
He didn’t believe in the gods. The others talked of the need to appease, but he ignored them. He trusted his hunting skills, the quality of his arrowheads, and the help of his wife. But when his wife died and the children coughed he walked to the sacred lake, and raised his hands high.
“Please. Please. Please.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
T13 Making Cheese Mongolian Style
One of the places we stopped to visit was a family that runs a dairy operation. They have about 40 cows which they milk twice a day each. They use the milk to make cheese, “curd”, yogurt, and adik. All of this is sold to other families in the valley
Step 1. Milk the cow. I’ll say more about this in a bit.
Suzie’s House 340 : Looking For a Complication
A roll of toilet paper came flying over the partition into Drew’s stall.
“Are you trying to tell me to hurry up, old man?”
“Thought you might be stuck in there. It’s been half an hour.”
Drew blinked. Half an hour in a rest area toilet? He was pretty sure that was a personal record. It wasn’t generally a place he felt compelled to sit and ruminate. But that’s exactly what he’d been doing.
The Serialists of Jan 15th
Featured Author: Sheilagh Lee whose Christmas Angel series has intrigued me.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
The Dairy
One of the families we visited in Mongolia ran a dairy. Not that they called themselves that, but that everything they did revolved around cow milk.
Flighty
Jack: Ah, here’s our flight now.
Jill: Which one? Oh, let me guess, we used the discount broker again.
Jack: Just bear with it. We’re almost out of money.
Jill: Then maybe we should go home….
Jack: And live with your mother? Not in a cuckoo’s summer.
Jill: If you ask me, we’ve already had that.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Boxing Day
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “a cuckoo’s summer” as suggested by Brian Miller
Want to see what I can do with a word or phrase? Make a suggestion.
Friends
I will always want to walk with you.
Maybe I can’t walk so fast.
Or maybe it’s you.
Maybe we will lose other people, or gain a few.
But still, no matter how high the hills or how long the path,
When I turn my head and speak,
The one I want to see is you.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
