Camel’s Milk and Meat and Bones in Mongolia

camel silhouette on the Gobi desert, Mongolia

There are only about 2 million people in Mongolia and about 45 million farm animals. The people depend highly on the animals for their survival, so most of the land is used as pasture. Herds of sheep, horses, cows and camels can be seen grazing and roaming along the roads and far off into the distance.

camels in the Gobi Desert, Mongolia

Mongolia is a land of extremes, but the conditions couldn’t be more perfect for raising land animals: wide-open spaces, grassy fields and rolling hills for miles to see. The animals grow coats to protect themselves in the winter from the brutal winds and cold, but not all of them can take the scorching heat of the desert. In the Gobi, only camels can survive. Their bodies are perfectly adapted for the heat and sand.

Camel riding, Gobi Desert, Mongolia

Being the only animal in the Gobi Desert means, of course, that camels are milked and slaughtered like all animals raised for that purpose. In my naivety, it didn’t strike me that camels were used for anything other than riding until I actually got to the desert. As I mentioned in my last post, our host family fed us a slow cooked camel meat stew with potatoes and some kind of hand made noodle. It was delicious, rather like mutton, and very filling after our evening hike.

camel bones on the gobi

camel cheese, sugar cubes and fried bread from ger host in Mongolia

We were also offered a selection of treats such as camel cheese, sugar cubes and fried bread along with airag, a fermented wine of sorts, made from animals’ milk, usually mare. In the desert though, airag is made from milk provided by camels. Farmy, frothy and sour, airag is… an experience. I tried both camel’s airag and mare’s. Surprisingly, the camel version was MUCH better. It was at least vaguely wine-like and smooth, while the mare’s airag was utterly intolerable. I was unable to stomach more than two sips. Ugh.

airag, fermented camel's milk
Look at it… trying to look so innocent.

For those of us used to temperate weather and wildlife, it is very special to be able to see such a unique animal in their element. Camels are desert wizards.

Fear and Courage in The Gobi Desert, Mongolia                       

The Singing Dunes, Gobi Desert, Mongolia

Our group climbed the Singing Dune, the highest dune in the Gobi Desert, to watch the sunset one evening. So named because of the unique sound that it makes when the wind blows the right way. I haven’t had much experience with deserts in my life and I’d never seen a sand dune before. This was serious.

Sunset on the Singing Dunes, Gobi desert, Mongolia 

I’m not the biggest fan of heights. As I have gotten older, I’ve noticed how much more often I fear for my mortality. This is synonymous, perhaps, with my growing sense of adventure. I’m scared of dying all the time, but I go ahead and do what I want anyway.

 View of Gobi Desert, Mongolia

The photos do not give an accurate sense of how high the top of the dune is. As I climbed higher, I became increasingly terrified. I feared that I would slide dangerously and lose control. Its just sand, I know! But my rationale fled me. I was climbing the steepest part alone and seriously thought I would die, that I would be spending the rest of my life on top of that dune and would perish shortly. Or I would fall off. Never mind that I was with my group and several others. Watching people running down, diving into the mounds and doing all kinds of jumps. Finally, I took my first tentative steps down and was comforted by how much I sunk into the sand. I wasn’t going to fall off the dune! Halfway down, I was running and laughing and at the bottom, I was in tears. Tears of pride that I had overcome my fears were streaming down my face.

Bright Singing Dunes, Gobi Desert, Mongolia 

We celebrated by seeking out the first cold beers we had had in days and eating a hearty camel meat stew graciously given to us by our host family.

 Gobi desert panorama

As we devoured our meals and laughed under the impossibly vast night sky, I marveled at how wonderful it is to make those small decisions to do something big.

Ger to Ger to Ger…

ger on the Steppe, Mongolia

Each evening on my tour in Mongolia, we stopped by some incredibly scenic places to either set up tents or stay with a host ger (yurt) family.

ger and motorcycle

These families are nomadic, setting up their camp in one place for warmer weather and another place in winter. We were always given our own ger, sometimes with beds, and I was usually surprised by how comfortable they were.

ger in the Gobi Desert, Mongolia

Also surprising, was how colourful and beautifully designed they were inside.

inside a ger Gobi Desert Mongolia

They provided excellent shelter from the harsh elements and stayed relatively cool in the middle of the Gobi Desert.

Mongolian boy playing with camera 

The Mongolian Steppe

Horses on the Steppe, Mongolia

On the road in Mongolia.


We usually drove 200-250 kilometers or more (one day was 400km!) per day there are few paved roads.

Russian van in Mongolian steppe

The Russian Tank Truck (as I like to call it) became our home.

Russian van in Mongolia 2

It didn’t provide seat belts and the ride was bumpy.

rock formations on the steppe, Mongolia

Bracing myself helped give my arms quite the workout!

Mongolian landscape

Along the way… there was beauty. I was even lucky enough to see this golden eagle in flight.

Golden eagle, Mongolia


 These next few posts are sorely overdue. My apologies.

 Rock formations, Mongolia

Mongolia had been a dream adventure of mine for many years (and still is). Finally this past summer, I got to experience the glory of the Gobi Desert. Having only ten days total and eight days for my adventure, I had to make the tough decision of choosing where to go. I found Golden Gobi Tours and Hostel online and made arrangements with them.

 Sunset in Mongolia

Eight days to explore the Gobi and its surroundings.

Hiking into the Devil's Mouth

Eight days off the grid.

slanted rock formations, Mongolia

Eight days with no shower.

Succulent in Mongolia

Eight days riding around with a group of strangers in a magnificent Russian-made machine that I’m not sure could ever be stopped.

Russin van in Gobi Desert, Mongolia

Eight days conquering fears.

Dramatic sky in Mongolia

Eight days falling more and more in love with a land of such extreme beauty.

prayer flags in Mongolia

Eight days to experience a people of such incredible resilience.

Cool rock formations, Mongolia

The Devil's Mouth, Mongolia

Eight days to behold one of the most stunning and unique landscapes I have ever experienced.

beautiful rock formations, Mongolia

Sigh. Eight days was not enough. Nor is one single post to show off my favourite photos, so there’s more to come.

Merry Christmas everyone!