Traveling on long, bumpy bus rides across deeply rutted roads, eating kuushuur dumplings on the daily, singing Anyii Shuvuu with the daughters of the Abbot, and stargazing under the most vivid view of the Milky Way I have ever seen; there are some things I will never forget about Mongolia. Saying goodbye to this country was far more difficult than expected.
After 10 days, the warmth and friendliness of the Lamrim Monastery community started to feel like home. Lamrim’s Abbot has worked with PacRim for 18 years and continues to be incredibly generous; in addition to providing housing and planning excursions, this year he gave each student a Mongolian leather passport holder as a farewell gift.
Ulaan Baatar was an excellent home base, but the countryside really holds the beauty of Mongolia. There aren’t many words in this post, mostly because Mongolia is more photogenic than I am eloquent:
The Abbot left us with a couple tokens of wisdom during the excursion to Terelj, as translated from Mongolian by his daughter Erika: