Saturday, 7 September 2013


Transfer to camp took over 2h even with police escort for 55km. That gives you a hint of roads. I got up part way and pushed the fan button on the console to the applaud of the roasting passengers.  Sign language with the driver yielded approval. 

Camp is awesome. First, I met a big new friend. You wouldn't believe the mass of this guy or the grip of his claws. Badass creature. They say at least these aren't wild capture, they're old. Who knows. If it was much bigger it feels like it could swipe me away.  I learned something from this vulture that mankind has known for thousands of years, but learning it myself will stay with me for the rest of my life. When I reached my arm to its perch to put him back, he looked over, cocking his head sideways the way they do. They have huge eyes, black like an abyss, but a soft black. These animals are tranquil and calm, they feel patient and wise.  Having it look into my eyes from a foot away and locking a gaze for three seconds told me one thing: this animal traffics in death, they're associated with the reaper for a reason.  But I got no feel of savagery, just peace. The sounds of the area seemed to drown away for those few seconds. I'll never forget it. I'll always respect these things. It unlocked my wrist and stepped off one foot at a time. 

This is our view, we ate under one of the most successful conquerors of all history in the second floor restaurant. Amazing food. This thing is absolutely huge, the scale is tough to appreciate.  Ghengis said don't ride like a wimp and com back to my camp...

This is my new home and our camp. The get is awesome. Spacious, smells like horse, has a solar light, and very nice beds. 

Scott, Jack, George, me. Ger. They're comfy and smell like horse. 

After lunch I hiked up to the roof.  Ghengis really left an impression on this part of the world. There's quite a story on why this monument is here in this part, too long to write. 

Here's how the camp moves around. I'm trying to find out how old these things are - but they sure aren't new. They have to rev them up and down for minutes every morning to keep them running, the engines sound throaty and loud. Guys are always changing tires, brakes, cloning in the engine, etc. I think they ratio of drive to service time is about 1:1. I want to take one for a drive. 

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