One day, Burait took me on his motorbike to a Bogd Arshaan (holy water spring)
about two kilometres for his ger. He said a prayer and filled up a canister of water
for all his family to be blessed with.
Nearby were some rocks with Buddhist prayers etched onto them.
I had bought the newly
published first edition of the Lonely Planet Guide to
which had caused much excitement among the few backpackers in UB.
One of the attractions in Khovd was the caves in Mankham district.
They had rare Neolithic petroglypths painted on the ceilings.
I somehow managed to convey that I wanted to go there to Buriat.
On the way we passed by some standing stones.
There were about three or four in a straight line looking like they
were pointing to something in the distance.
Normally they are associated with burial places.
Buriat stopped at a ger nearby to the caves to ask about exactly where they were.
We walked into the ger. No one was about. To my surprise Buriat then happily helped
himself to some tea that was in a thermos flask, a few pieces of bordzig (fried dough balls)
with a very tasty new batch of cheese and some cold horse meat!
We then left the ger.
I was very touched by the trust of the Mongolian herds people.
Where in the
Eventually after asking a herdsman we reached the caves
which we piled high in birds droppings, maybe about 7 metres high!
I had a small torch with me but could barely see into the cave.
Leaning in a little further I could just manage to see the vague outline of some very stylized deer.
Not the blockbuster tourist attraction of the Lonely Planet.