Living with Mongolian Nomads

Our workaway with Mongolian Nomads got off to a rocky start. We had arranged for our driver to collect us at 7pm and take us to his family’s homestay in Ulanbataar, before leaving early the next morning. This was all arranged through a third party via Facebook. So when we recieved a message the day we were supposed to be collected saying the homestay had family visiting, we started to worry. After a few messages we sorted out that we would stay at the driver’s apartment for the night. Our driver’s brother arrived just before 8pm and we were on our way. The apartment was large but sparsely furnished, and although we got our own room we were sharing a single mattress. It wasn’t the best nights sleep but is was ok. More worryingly, we waited a couple of hours for breakfast and around 11am it arrived. It seems that Mongolians eat large portions of everything and Matthias munched his way through five of the six eggs before it was time to leave. Our driver’s brother continually asked for all of the money for driving us to and from the nomads but we stuck to our principles and paid only half (just in case we were stranded in the middle of nowhere with no ride home). 

Finally on our way to our workaway we were expecting a long journey of around 6 hours. Despite several stops for the driver to tighten a bolt in the bonnet, we made it in just three. The last town we drove through was Baganuur which appeared to exist purely for a ginormous hole in the ground otherwise known as a pit mine. After the town we crossed the river and set off along a river valley across mud, rock and sandy tracks. It was a bumpy ride and at times quite uncomfortable. 

The emptiness of the steppe

Eventually, we pulled up at two gers with another two just a few hundred meters away. We were ushered inside to meet our hosts and a few of their friends and of course drink some milk tea. Mongolian milk tea is made of roughly half milk and half tea with salt added to taste; something we were both going to need to get used to. It was Sunday, and so there were quite a few visitors including our hosts granddaughter who spoke great English. This at least helped us find out that we would be helping with milking and that grandma Mika was the boss. We would be staying in Mika’s home for at least the first night and then would have to see what would happen as Mika was due to move back to the city to a nice warm apartment instead of spending the freezing winter in a ger. 

The party ger

Once all the visitors were gone the ger was pretty quiet and we were finding out about our charades abilities. At first it was really difficult to work out anything useful or communicate anything about us but we slowly got some things across. Our first nomadic meal was a yummy tsuivan – fried noodles with carrots, meat and potatoes, seasoned with Maggi. It is probably the most commonly served dish in Mongolia and never fails to fill you up. Stuffed, we made up our double sofa bed and got our sleeping bags out to Mika’s disapproval. She insisted on also giving us a handmade blanket stuffed with sheep’s wool that weighed us down to the bed. We were in bed by 7pm and had been promised an early start the next day. 

Our home for ten days

Day 1

Around 6:30am Mika got up and started to make a fire. We got up fairly quickly and drank some tea. Mika kept presenting us with more food to eat and soon the table was covered in bread, biscuits, cookies and jam. We ate enough and then set off to start work. The cows are brought home by a herder on a motorbike. They were moved into the enclosure and the calves were let out individually from a neighbouring enclosure where they have spent the night. Once the calves found their mothers they were left to suckle for a minute before being led away on a rope and tied to the fence. The cows hindlegs were tied together to prevent them kicking but most of them were so good natured that they didn’t even try. All the milking is done by hand into a pail and then the milk is collected in a large canister. We were really impressed by the speed and skill of the herders when they were milking and although we both had a few attempts we were well below par. Once the miking is done, the calf was released and ran back to mum. This seemed to work surprisingly well and was a big contrast to the factory style farming in Europe. At the end of milking around 90l of milk from 60 cows were taken to the nearest ger. 

The lovely mongolian cows amd calves

During milking we helped tying up and releasing calves which was pretty tough and required some strength. The calves ranged in weights from 60kg to 300kg and some of them were really keen to be at the milk bar. Sometimes it took two people to move them away and tie them up. Another inevitable job was shovelling up the cow poo to keep the milking pen clean. This task only came to an end when the pen was empty, but on their way out the cows lightened their load and made a little more work for us. With the pen empty we followed Mika’s lead and cleared up the poo around the gates, throwing it all onto a large pile. 

Zoë shovelling in her borrowed Mongolian costume (deel)

Since we showed some ability in shovelling poo Mika decided our next job would be to clean the pasture by constructing a large poo tower. First we made a circle on the ground and then built walls with the round cowpats. The rest was thrown into the centre. It was a surprisingly satisfying job as we could see the difference we were making. Mika also explained that the cowpats stop the grass from growing. Mongolia is so dry that cowpats dry to hard discs and take years to disintegrate leaving a patch of bare ground behind. The cowpats are only good to burn once they are dried but not crumbling and if wood is easy to get the nomads tend to leave the cowpats on the field. With plenty of shovelling done we were ushered back to the ger for lunch. We had some bread and jam and then went back out to work. 

Midafternoon one of the herders came by and picked up Matthias with a motorbike. They collected a barrel from an island in the river and went back to the herder’s ger. In the ger the real work was starting. The milk was heated on the stove before being poured into a machine. The machine was a hand-powered centrifuge and turned at a constant speed. Inside the milk is separated into milk and cream and these came out of different spouts. This is hard monotonous work and separating the 80l of milk takes about 2 hours. Seperating the milk required the correct and more importantly constant speed of about 60rpm. Matthias and one of the herders took turns at this so that they could have a break and cool down away from the roasting hot stove. The next step in processing was to make yogurt from the milk. The milk was warmed and mixed with a starter culture before being stored in a large barrel in the warm ger. We both had a bowl of yogurt and it was delicious. 

Separating the milk and cream

We returned to Mika’s ger to find dinner was being prepared. Tonight it was a yummy noodle soup with carrots, potatoes and beetroot. Most of the cooking is done in a huge pan on the stove and this seemed to mean giant portions for both of us. Thankfully we were both hungry after all that work. We thought that was the work done for the day but Mika had another idea. At 6:30pm we went out to collect wood for the fire from the trees along the river. It was already cooling down outside but we kept busy breaking branches and admiring the sunset. We walked back to our ger and lit a candle as it was already dark. We stayed up for a little while talking about our travels and Mongolia but by 8pm we were in bed and falling asleep. 

Day 2

Our second morning was pretty much the same as the first day. Thanks to our hand milking skills we decided just to go with cleaning the pen, tying up calves and letting cows out of the enclosure. We learned that, unlike us, the herders have their breakfast after the milking is finished. Like yesterday today was quite frosty with a cold wind. Matthias had gotten an extra furry cashmere jacket to wear while Zoë recieved Mika’s spare deel (long traditional Mongolian overcoat). It proved to be very versatile and warm. 

Once the milk was collected and the cows on their way to their grazing grounds we moved onto cowpat shovelling and building for two hours before being ushered back to the ger for lunch. Mika is quite a workaholic and despite her 70 years has still plenty of energy. She kept working for another hour leaving us wondering what would happen. After some leftovers warmed up in milky tea (typical Mongolian style) we headed over to the herders to help with the milk processing. This was basically a two-person-job with one turning the crank and the other pouring in milk on the top. Occasionally a third person is required to lift heavy milk jugs or give the cranker a break. Zoë helped with the lifting but played with the cat and the baby of one of the herder women. After a while we managed to escape the hot ger and go back to clearing up the shit near the herder’s gers. Today we learned that after some time in the barrels the yoghurt gets heated up again to kill the bacteria and filtered through a cheese cloth to be then left to dry. Another while later this gets then hand pressed into forms. The cheese is then left to dry outside. That was also the time when flocks of magpies started to hang around only waiting for the right moment to snatch some of the fruits of hard labour.

Matthias all a blur as he spins the crank to separate the milk and cream

We spent about an hour and a half shoveling before we decided to call it a day and head back. Mika was slightly upset because she called and waved at us earlier to come for food but we had completely missed her. Today’s dinner included rice instead of noodles but was otherwise the same. Before settling down for the night we had to do our daily water run and collect wood for the oven. Our host also had a past-time in collecting waste water in a big bucket and pouring it down one of the countless mouseholes nearby.

Getting water from the river

We were both really tired after all this work so we went to bed early after only a short chat despite our hosts slight disapproval.

Day 3

As with most farming, our days were a little repetitive. We were totally up to speed on the milking routine and starting to get quite accomplished at calf wrangling and poo scooping. Matthias was sent to do some cow herding too which he was pretty good at. Our new task for the day was to dismantle some the old piles of dung which had been hardened by months of the Mongolian sun and and wind. To do this easily we would have used a pick axe but given that we only had shovels, it took a lot more effort. After a couple of hours of breaking up rock hard soil and spreading it across the open ground it was time for lunch. Lunch was fairly simple and then it was time for milk processing. This time we brought the cream back to Mika’s ger for her to process further. But first we had dinner which was Hoshod, very similar to pasties but made with dough and mutton. They were much tastier than the ones we had eaten in restuarants.

Mika had a little task for us before the sun set. We set out with a shovel and a Mongolian wheelbarrow otherwise known as a large metal bowl with a long string attached. We reached one of the piles of old dung filled the bowl and then dragged it 800m away to fill a hole. This seemed utterly pointless to us and we really struggled to understand why we were using a bowl on a string instead of a cart or wheelbarrow. It seems the Mongolian way is simple, traditional and also slightly more complicated at times than it need be. 

Ted’s got the cream from 4 days of milking

After washing up Mika started to heat the 15l of cream on the stove. It takes quite a while to come to the boil and we all got a little distracted. Before we knew it the cream was rising rapidly and it was a race to get it off the stove. Sadly we were too slow finding a place to put the round bottomed pan and something to lift it, so we ended up with cream all over the stove, surround and floor. This would be easy to clean up in a kitchen but in a ger it was a little tricky. The cream burnt on the stove filling the ger with smoke and then seeped through the wood surround and poured out of the bottom. Once the clean up was finished we all needed a cup of tea which we also managed to neglect and let boil over. At 9:30pm it was defintely time for bed. 
Day 4 

Following the cream disaster we were awoken in a smokey ger as the stove got fired up. Mika gestured to us that it was too early to get up and later explained that it we went to milking to early we would be sat around without enough work to do. Either way we did as we were told and arrived to the cow pen an hour later than the day before. By this time there was plenty to clear up and one of the herders was missing. The previous day it had been his job to let out the calves and clear up the calf pen. Since he wasn’t there Matthias took over letting the calves out to the calls of neg (one), hoyor (two) and goro (three), while Zoë cleared up the extremely dirty calf pen. Milking took a little longer with only two milkers most of the time so afterwards it was already time for a big lunch of beef noodle soup. Our breaks were getting longer and longer, probably because Mika was worried that we were getting worn out and worked too much. In actual fact we were happy being busy and bored in the ger during the breaks. We took the initiative and went to find something to do. Matthias had decided to fix the base of the milk separating machine as it was mounted on a rocking creaking crate. It was so wobbly that the cranker (or somebody else) needed to stabilise it in order to avoid the milk spilling out the top. He asked for nails but none of the men showed any desire to fix anything until it completely fell apart even if it would make their lives easier. Instead he found an old ger door and some screws so that he could attach two diagonal bracings. Once done the crate no longer rocked and the herders seemed quite shocked and amazed that it could be fixed so easily. Matthias very helpfully started to do the milk processing and found that he was doing all the work while the herders relaxed. On the plus side the workout startedto pay of andcthe work was quite a bit easier than on the first day (also partially due to the stabilised box). Seeing this we decided to start another cowpat tower instead and enjoy the warm sunshine. Mika was very surprised and quite pleased when she saw the second pile the next day.

Our cowpat tower

Day 5

We woke up to be told to stay in bed for a while longer again. Already wide awake and raring to go we stayed in bed for less than an hour before we got up for breakfast. We went milking again and saw how they mark their calves to prevent them being stolen. It was a little brutal to cut a slit in the ear with scissors but understandable since animal stealing is very common in Mongolia. With a population of just 4 million (1.3 million im Ulanbataar) and a livestock population of 60 million it’s surprising that stealing is a problem. We found out from Mika’s granddaughter that when Mika lived closer to the city one of her favourite cows was stolen. She searched everywhere for her and sadly found her head and udder on the hillside. After this Mika moved further away from the city to where she lives now. After milking we were sent for lunch, mainly because the herders wanted to fix the cheese ger which was falling down at the back. They had brought new panels and wooden wall structures the day before, but to change them he whole ger needed to be dismantled and reassembeled. This meant removing the felt insulation, taking out the roof supports and then taking out the old panels. It was quite interesting to see from a distance how the ger was fixed together and how simple it’s construction is. Once the ger was finished it was time for more milk processing and then a stranger turned up. At first we didn’t know who he was but it later turned out that he had bought a sheep and was here for collection. some of the herders had selected a sheep for slaughter. We were advised by the workaway organiser that the women and children do not normally see slaughters and despite the guys best efforts we watched. It may seem morbid to watch but it is part of thier lifestyle and actually very different to in the western world. We were expecting them to cut the sheep’s throat but instead they made a fist sized hole below it’s ribs. One of the men reached in and tugged on the aorta. The sheep died pretty swiftly and there was no blood to be seen. The sheep was skinned skillfully and butchered without any care for cuts of meat. Later the herders brought over a large pan full of stewed kidneys, heart, liver, intestines and a blood sausage. Despite everyone saying how delicious it all was Zoë didn’t fancy trying any so Matthias had to at least taste something. It wasn’t bad but very basic. 

The arrival of a container to store Mika’s gers during the winter

Day 6

The next morning we went milking and shovelling again before being invited into the herders for breakfast. They offered us tea, stewed offal and some fried dough. Cold offal covered in hot milk tea was a little too unappetising. It seems there is nothing in Mongolia that hot milk tea can’t improve. After breakfast the family turned up for the day which meant that the party ger was going to be fixed so that the door would finally close. Mika’s family all live in the city and her son is head of a large electrical company. They visit each weekend and offer Mika a shower and bring supplies. In return she cooks a Mongolian feast for the whole family. Matthias was sent to help with the milk processing while Zoë peeled a mountain of potatoes, chipped and fried them. The banquet consisted of three hour boiled mutton ribs and bones, glass noodles and then dumplings. Mika’s son distributed the meat starting with us first as guests and ending with the children. The noodles were prepared with chips, cucumber, tomato, pak choi and mutton; an interesting combination. The dumplings were a fairly big undertaking. The mutton was chopped very small, mixed with onions and then wrapped into dough with a hole at the top. These were steamed for around 20 minutes before everyone dived into them as though they hadn’t already eaten two courses. The leftover dough was rolled out covered in oil and then rolled into a tube befoee being steamed and chopped into noodles for tsuivan the next day. The family left just as the snow began to fall outside. 

The youngest smiliest nomad

Day 7

We woke up to a totally white steppe with snow drifts outside the gers and it was fairly chilly. We were told to stay in bed and managed to for around an hour. We were expecting to go milking but also wondering if it would happen given the weather. Soon our question was answered and we were destined to spend our day staying in the warm ger reading and chatting. We appreciated a day off but felt quite lazy considering that we were here to work. One drama during the day was that we were unable to get into the party ger which meant Mika could not access the freezer. Without getting to the freezer, we had a Mongolian disaster… not enough meat for dinner. From somewhere Mika found about 600g of meat but told us the meal was bad because she would normally use at least 1200g. Meat in Mongolia is as much as a staple as mik and both are dirt cheap. We honestly didn’t mind a low meat meal and we were already looking forward to ordering vegetarian or white meat dishes in the Indian restuarant in Ulanbataar. Later our translator left too and we were back to charades and keeping warm. 

Our ger in the snow

Day 8

Uitse and Angkha our herder friends

Our final full work day wasn’t really much of a work day at all. Outside the snow still lay thick on the ground and it was pretty cold. We spent the morning relaxing and reading since there was little else to do. Then Mika decided Matthias should clear the snow and ice from the party ger so that it dries out and is ready to be stored sooner. Due to her age Mika now spends the winters in an apartment in the nearest town Baganuur but couldnot leave until both gers weredismantled and stored in the container. The clearing would have been easier with the right tools but all Matthias had was a long wooden pole with a dustpan attached and a shorthandled broom. While Matthias was freezing outside Zoë was given the job of rolling out dough, covering it butter and then rolling and twisiting it. Once twisted (like wringing it out) the dough was squashed back together before being rollled into a circle and deep fried. This made lovely layered bread/pastry to go along with the soup for lunch. Once Matthias was finished we all sat down to a yummy lunch. For the afternoon we read a little more before going on a walk and collecting some firewood. When we got back Mika asked for some more water so we went off to the river picking up the herders cannisters on the way. Getting water is hard work in the snow and we felt the herders were being pretty lazy since they only live 400m away from the river. Anyway we did our part so everyone had enough water. Back at Mika’s we tucked into another bowl of soup each and tried to call our driver for the next day. The two brothers are totally useless and wanted to collect us in the evening despite the fact we are paying them to get us and assumed we would be back in Ulanbataar in time for some shopping. After a lot if hassle we worked out they should pick us up at around 1pm but we would have to wait and see if they kept to this. It also turned out that they had told the nomads that we were staying for 2 weeks instead of 10 days so Mika got quite a surprise when we said we were going to Ulanbataar the next day. We were starting to think we should have got the bus and a taxi from Baganuur. Either way we would find out soon enough. 

A snowy drive along the valley

After 10 days of not showering or changing clothes we were ready for a nice hot shower and a bit of variety in our food. We had really enjoyed learning the ways of the Mongolian nomads and getting to know Mika and her extended family. We may not have been able to speak to each other due to the language barrier, but we had still worked together and laughed together. We are very glad we took this oppotunity and honoured that Mika thinks we make better Mongolians that the ones that live in the city. Who knows we might even see Mika again if she comes to visit our home. 


One of our must-dos in Mongolia was horse riding, mainly as a way to get more in touch with the real traditional Mongolia. We had met a few other travellers who had bought horses and done independant horse treks for weeks through the Mongolian countryside. But after hearing their stories of horses running away or struggling to cross rivers that were too deep we decided an organised horse trek would be better for us, especially since neither of us have loads of riding experience. We looked into a few tour companies but in the end opted to arrange our tour through Gaya’s guesthouse (thanks for the tip Gillian and Howard). Our tour was from Kharkhorin to the eight lakes area and the Orhkon Valley.

Out into the beautiful countryside

Kharkhorin was Ghengis Khans capital of Mongolia just 350km south west of Ulanbataar. The bus journey takes around 6 hours and again we had the same DVD of Mongolian music for the duration. Most of the journey went smoothly but we were unlucky enough to be seated close to a boy who suffered from motion sickness and vomited down the central ailse of the bus and then said nothing to the driver. Thankfully it wasn’t too much further before we arrived and were collected by Gaya. Gaya’s guesthouse is homely and we had the choice between a traditional ger or a room in the main house. We opted for a little bit of creature comforts in the house before our horse trek. That evening we met a lot of people and our trekking partners for the next 5 days.

Ted on the doorstep of his new ger

The horse trekking route included a drive to the Orkhon waterfall, where we met our horses and rode to our camp for the night. The 3 hour drive from Kharkhorin to Orkhon waterfall was half on tarmac and half off-road. We were pretty surprised when our driver happily drove his estate car through some fairly deep rivers and over piles of volcanic rock. The scenery was interesting with something new to see around every bend. The Orkhon valley is a wide valley with worn volcano-shaped mountains, old lava flows and a snaking river. Along the way we saw lots of yaks, sheep, goats and cows and every now and again a ger or tourist camp. At the horse guide’s camp there were a few horses saddled up ready to go but due to the addition of 3 more people to our tour we had lunch and waited in the sunshine for the other horses to be rounded up and brought to the ger.

The horses tethered and waiting patiently

The Orkhon river

Mongolian horses are shortlegged and stocky like ponies rather than thoroughbreds. They are very versatile and tough, capable of walking long distances or speeding along at full pelt for a long time. Either way they have the attitude and stubborness to match their environment. The horses spend their time between work roaming free and can sometimes take a little convincing that their free time is over for a while. All of our horses were saddled up with what Mongolians call western-style saddles. To us they were more of a hybrid western-Mongolian saddle which took a little getting used to. The Mongolians guides rode with traditional wooden saddles which are very short, upright and fairly high above the horse. They also rode sitting to one side and then the other to make it a little easier on their derières. Once we were all ready and the packhorses loaded up, we set off.

Matthias and his trusty steed

Ted and his friend Alan the adventurer

Our first ride took us up along the valley and the first challenge we encountered was crossing a couple of rivers. The first large river was the point where 4 of the horses decided the grass was not greener on the other side. After about 15 minutes our Mongolian guide had to come back and shoo the horses across the river. Thankfully that was the hardest river crossing and at the next the horses were a little more responsive. Unfortunately, we happened to see a lone horse saddled up and walking along the valley with us and our guide had to leave us and catch the horse. He returned it to the group of riders behind us who were in the process of searching for a mobile phone. This delayed us by an hour and we spent the rest of the ride racing the setting sun. It was a tough ride mainly because the horses have a strong herd instinct and a healthy fear of Mongolians. This meant that every time one horse galloped the rest started too or when a Mongolian rode up behind you your horse set off at speed, sometimes in a different direction to the others.

Three hours of riding later we arrived at our camp with very little daylight left and fairly battered behinds. The ger was a welcome shelter from the wind and once the fire was going it was toasty. Our all inclusive tour included dinner from the nomads in the camp and we tucked into Tsuivan (noodles with beef and vegetables). Our riding companions had opted for the self catering option and despite the tiring ride had to prepare dinner.

One of the prettier gers

Our first nights stay in a ger was both extremely hot and pretty cold as the fire wood burns so fast that you need to be adding wood every 45 minutes to keep the fire alive. In the morning we packed up and set off to reach the next camp. Surprisingly our route took us across some of the lava flows and up a fairly large hill. The horses were fantastic at navigating the difficult terrain and even recovered from the occassional stumble. It wasn’t the most comfortable ride up or down the hill but the views were stunning with the larch forest in autumnal colours. After 4 hours riding we stopped for lunch but unfortunately our guide had stayed behind to help his sister with her pack horse (with a different group) and we only had Mongolian speaking guides. Our best attempts to ask and mime for cups to drink out of only achieved a smile and nod which was a little frustrating. Our guide finally turned up around 4pm and finally we had some tea to drink and rehydrate us.

Our camp for the night was an even larger ger so both of us got or own beds and a little more space to stretch our achy muscles. It was perched on a hill overlooking the first of the eight lakes and we had plenty of time to walk around the lake and admire the views. Our dinner was mutton with rice, potatoes and carrots which was very yummy. We were starting to wonder how we were going to eat all of the food Gaya had provided us with especially since we discovered that our noodles, potatoes and vegetables had been packed into a different pack horse and suddenly appeared halfway through the trek.

The first lake finally!

Zoë’s very tired horse coming home last

The next morning we set off around the lake and along another valley. We passed another of the eight lakes and after an hour and a half of riding made it to the third and final lake we would be seeing. We stopped for a break and hiked up the hill to get an even better view. Sadly it was a really windy day so we didn’t stop for very long before we had to mount our horses and ride on. We slowly walked back to the ger we had slept in the night before but almost everyone on our group had some kind of problem with their horse or saddle. Zoë’s saddle started to come loose and one of the guides had to stop and tighten it. The worst mishap was to our Romanian friend who was daydreaming as her horse rode her into a low hanging horizontal branch. 

Thankfully she wasn’t hurt as the branch snapped and she fell from her horse. At this point we all thought we would definitely be safer wearing hats but there weren’t any on offer. We all made it safely back although Zoë’s horse plodded along at the back for the last 500m and only just made it up the hill. After lunch we set off back to the previous camp. This meant going back along the valley and over the mountain we had crossed two days previously. We were a little apprehensive at the thought of going down some quite steep gravel slopes but we had to trust our horses. Zoë’s horse was quite creative about which path to follow and often made it’s own way through the trees and over large rocks. This was quite amusing as all the other horses blindly followed it and had more of a challenge than on the actual path. Running down some of the steepest sections was pretty scary so we all breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the valley. Around 30 minutes later we arrived at our first camp again and got out of the freezing cold wind for the night. Matthias volunteered to get water for the horse guides and was back out in the cold to find the river. He found the river around 1km away through a dense forest which made the water cart fairly useless. We were all wondering where on earth he had got to when he finally came in the door sweaty and cold. Thankfully we had the fire on and our ger was nice and cosy. We really enjoyed the company of our fellow riders and we were all still wondering where the waterfall was that we were meant to see on the first day.

Ted on the beach

Matthias admiring the view

Orkhon waterfall in all its glory

The following day we found out that we were riding back to the ger camp where our drivers had dropped us off and from there we would walk to the waterfall. It was a pretty cold day and Zoë had picked up a cold and fever. We knew we had about 3 hours of riding to do which was managable but in the bracing wind it wasn’t going to be very enjoyable. Two and a half cold hours later we arrived at the ger and our horses seemed keen to be loose again. We were invited in for tea and soup which was very welcome. Then we were shown to our ger for the night and our guide pointed the way to the waterfall which was somewhere between 200m and 1km away. We all set off for a walk to the waterfall which was probably 1km away. We hadn’t expected the valley floor to open into a huge canyon all of a sudden and so we walked along the edge until we found the waterfall. We walked down a rocky path into the canyon and along the river until we reached a large deep pool with a fairly sizeable waterfall. Then we decided to view it from above before we set off back to the ger to make dinner. We had noodles and sauce before our guide turned up with a yummy vegetable soup. We were even happier in the morning when our guides brought some freshly fried bread for breakfast. Then we set off in the car back to Kharkhorin, which our speedy driver managed in just over two hours.

Our great group and guide Ma

Back in Kharkhorin we had a few days to relax and see the sights. Most people come to see the Erdene zuu monastery and museum. We had a look around and were impressed by the detailed artwork but sad that much of the monastery was destroyed by the communists. We also walked up the hill to see one of the four stone turtles and also the phallic rock. Sightseeing done we had to recuperate before our next adventure. We had just two days back in Ulanbaatar before we set off on our workaway adventure. We signed up to workaway to meet some local people and reduce our costs. We wrote to a couple of hosts via the website ( but only recieved one reply. We managed to arrange ten days living with nomads in the east of Mongolia and book a driver but the rest was set to be a surprise.

Ulanbatar and chinese visa

We met another German backpacker on the bus who stayed in a different hostel, but since it was the same way we all got the bus together and helped her to find her accommodation before getting to ours.

Our hostel was basically a converted flat with one dorm and two double bedrooms, a very small kitchen and a bathroom. Our room was toasty and small but alright. We were both starving after a day on the bus and thus headed out to grab a bite. After a few days of rather simple food we were excited to find the street around the corner lined with Korean restaurants promising long-missed meals full of flavour. 
We only had one full day in the caital before getting on a bus to Kharkhorin so there were busy times ahead. The most important point on our list was applying for our Chinese visas. The visa office in Ulanbataar is open for applications 9:30 – 12:30 Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It opens again in the afternoon for collection. While preparing our application we heard that it was always very busy and only a limited number of people were allowed in each day so we decided to get up at 6 am in order to be at the front of the queue. When we got there at 6:45 we joined the foreigners line behind a French couple and an Australian traveller. The Mongolian queue was slightly longer but still not busy. This was partially due to the fact is was out of season. At least we had some nice people to talk to while waiting. It turned out the Australian girl was a vet and had been riding around the north and west of Mongolia on her two horses for four weeks.

Requirements for a Chinese tourist visa a quite tight. Beside the four-page application form (plus a two page appendix if you apply in a different country) there is a list of other documents required. You need a booking confirmation for at least the first three nights, a travel itinerary, a passport photo, proof of health (travel) insurance as well as proof of in and outward flights. Particularly the last point gave us quite a hard time. Because the direct train to Beijing only goes three times a week and not on the days we needed it.  In order to fit all our activities into the 30 day Mongolian visa we had decided to fly to the Chinese capital. That was the inward part sorted. Our plan was to leave the country by train to Hanoi in north Vietnam but it emerged that there are two trains involved. One in China gets you within about five kilometers of the border. The Vietnamese train picks you up on the other side. While we could book most Vietnamese trains online, tickets for the train leading to the border could only be purchased at a train station within the country. Therefore this did not work in terms of our visa. Most people solve this problem by going to a travel agency (air market) in Ulanbaatar and get them to reserve flights in and out of China and obtain a confirmation. Since we only arrived in the city the evening before, we did not have time for this. After spending hours at looking at different options online and reading smallprint about cancellation fees we booked some outward flights on who offer 24 hour free cancellation for flights. 

Armed with all our paperwork we were anxiously waiting to get into the Chinese embassy. Both queues had grown quite a bit (especially the Mongolian line). When the doors finally opened a woman came out and asked all foreigners for a Mongolian residence card. Only three people had one and where given a ticket with a number. Then she announced that they were upgrading their software and due to this no foreigners without a residence card could apply for visa. This could last anywhere between one week and a month i.e. nobody knew how long. 

We were shocked and gobsmacked. All the hours invested in getting the paperwork and planning our travelling in China had been wasted and we had been thrown all the way back to square one.

In order to console ourselves and since we still hadn’t eaten anything we decided to go to a Korean bakery a few blocks away for breakfast with our new friends. The bakery called Tous le Jours was amazing. They offer a huge range of sweet and savoury pastries, breads and other baked goods as well as great hot drinks at reasonable prices. 

By the end of our breakfast we were all in good spirits again. We spent most of the rest of the day going to Ulanbataars black market to buy warm clothes for the upcoming nights in gers during our horse riding trip and for our volunteering.  Stalls on this market sell literally everything apart from food (separate market outside) and cars. You can buy every type of clothing and homeware equipment you could ever want at very cheap prices. We bought camel wool socks for 3000 Tugruk (1€) and wool leggings for 12000 each.  Matthias got a windproof jacket while Zoë settled for a super thick fleece and gloves and finally found a replacement for her broken pair of sunglasses.
We also decided not to try again with our Chinese visa (at least not in Mongolia) and not to extend our stay in Mongolia. Extending Zoë’s visa would have been easy but Matthias got his visa on arrival (only a stamp instead of a proper visa) and we could not work out if that was extendable or not.

Back in the hostel we looked up flight connections from Beijing (we still had a flight booked) as well as visa regulations in the surrounding countries. In the end we agreed to go to Japan next. Flights to Tokyo were cheap and we can both stay there without a visa for up to 90 days (woohoo no more visa worries for a while).

The next morning we got our local sim card before boarding the bus to Kharkhorin ready for the real Mongolia.


The final city on our transiberian adventure was set to be Ulan-Ude. Ulan-Ude is a city east of lake Baikal and is the largest Buryat city. Our stopover was mainly planned to visit the centre of Buddhism in Russia. Other than this Ulan-Ude has a few Buryat restuarants and a momument to Lenin (what a surprise). The monument is fairly monumental, as it is a bronze head weighing in at 42 tonnes, aptly placed in the centre of Communist square. 

The worlds biggest Lenin head

We enjoyed trying the Buryat cuisine a lot more than visiting a giant Lenin head (the biggest in the world). The Buryats are just one of the many different people in Russia and to be honest they are more Mongolian in appearance than Russian. Their traditional food is also welcomely different to the rest of Russia with more spices and a few specialities including Buuza (giant meat dumplings).  Eating Buuza is a little challenging as they are full of meat juice which can squirt all over if you take a bite before slurping it out of the hole in the top. 

A forest of prayer shawls

Our main destination was Involginsky Datsan, the buddhist temple not far from Ulan-Ude. Getting there involves two minibuses but is fairly easy as the drivers know exactly where tourists are going and will point you in the right direction. Once at the temple there are two options; wander around the grounds and open temples alone or take a guided tour. We opted for a guided tour with a fantastic English speaking guide. We paid 500 rubles together and this included a full 90 minute tour and free prayer shawl. 

The current main temple with guarding stupas

Our tour group consisted of two Russian ladies, a small group of Germans and their interpreter. Our guide spoke both English and Russian and was thrilled that Zoë came from England as she doesn’t meet many English people and loves the queen. We started our tour at the Buddhist university where up to 60 students learn medicine, prayer, tantra and lots of other subjects. Our guide showed us the stupa and the greenhouse which holds a tree directly descended from the tree Siddartha Gutama sat under when he achieved enlightenment. Aside from this we visited several temples dedicated to different buddhist deities including one called the White Tara who resembles Catherine the second of Russia (one of the Tsarinas who allowed Buddhists to practice freely in Russia. The temples are all beautifully painted and covered in rich materials representing the colours of the Buddhist religion; white, yellow, red, green and blue. 

Budhist prayer wheels

Probably the most famous tale from this monastery is about the twelfth chief lama of Russia who was the most senior buddhist when Stalin came to power. He predicted the religious opression that was to come and renounced his title urging Russian buddhists to flee Russia. Unfortunately many did not and were placed into Gulags where they lost their lives. The tweflth lama opted to go underground and meditate asking to be brought back to the surface after 35 and 75 years. Impatience meant he was first exhumed after 33 years and found to be in the meditating position. After 75 years he was looked at again and remarkably seemed to be in exactly the same condition as before despite never being embalmed. Today he is brought out on special holidays and has been declared to be still living and conscious. Apparently his body is still warm (between 18 and 34 degrees celcius) and his hair and nails are still growing. Its possible to receive his blessing for a small donation of 250 rubles. Whether or not you believe this it still makes for an interesting story. 

Ted feeling budhist

Back in Ulan-Ude and with more knowledge of Buddhism we only had one more night in Russia. The next day we got the bus from Ulan-Ue to Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. The bus ride was far too long to be fun. The journey had some very nice scenery but 10 hours on a coach and two hours at the border made for a pretty long day. When we finally got off the bus we found ourselves in a fairly smoggy very busy Ulanbaator and still had to negotiate our way from the bus station to the city centre.

The Circum-Baikal railway and the Great Baikal Trail   

Now it was time to lean back, relax and enjoy the pretty ride. Our train was very modern (compared to what else we had been on) but lacked toilets in every carriage and built-in samovars. Hot water was instead provided by big thermos bottles. It even featured a tv where we could watch videos about the lake and it’s animals and plants. We could even open parts of the windows; a big plus for photography. Lake Baikal with all the mountains made this our most scenic breakfast we had in Russia while rattling along rather slowly. There are many villages of different sizes nestled in bays and valleys. Half the time the train goes literally along the cliff edge. Due to the many bends there are plenty of good photo oportunities. In some places we saw abandoned bridges, tunnels and sections where the tracks had been re-routed due to decay, rock fall or to acommodate longer train carriages. This route is not electrified so trains are either pulled by diesel or steam locomotives. We found a leaflet in our hostel in Irkutsk offering to do the route in two days with an overnight stay in a lovely resort at the edge of the lake but it was way above our budget. It seemed as if most of the villages are only accessible by train and a lot of the people there are fishermen.

One of the villages in the valley

One of the many views from the train (we took too many photos)

Ted! Oh and lake Baikal

Our train stopped four times along the way with two stops being at least half an hour. At the first stop we walked along a rocky beach while at least one of the Chinese groups marched through the village to find the toilet. Inspired by the example of some Russians, Matthias decided to be brave and go into the lake for a swim in his undies. According to local belief you add ten years to your life if you swim in the lake. As expected the water was freezing cold but he did it nonetheless. Back on dry land it became clear that the locals had planned this all along and brought vodka to warm up. Zoë, not to be outdone, overcame her reservations and decided to follow suit. After a quick change of clothes we warmed up with some nice tea and lunch.

The second stop was at a platform with a steep drop right down to the water. We walked through an old train tunnel. From our elevated position we got an beatiful view and Matthias involutarily ended up as model in a photo shoot. The train staff used a nearby stream to fill up the trains’s water supply while we enjoyed stretching our legs in the glorious sunshine.

Hahaha it’s only a little bit cold

A feat of engineering also known as a tunnel

Ted thinking about going for a swim

Riding the rails (would be much easier without the chinese tour groups)

Chinese paparazzi

After little over six hours we arrived in Port Baikal. We were greeted by three musicians in traditional dress who immediately captured the attention of half the passengers. Since we disn’t know how frequent the ferries sailed and as we didn’t have tickets we went straight to the harbour. There we ended up in a scrum of people pushing on the passenger boat via a single file gangway before we found out that we had to go on the car ferry. It turned out in our favour since tickets would have been 700 rubles each had we bought them on the train (sometimes it is good not to have enough cash). Instead we payed 65 rubles for the 20 min boat ride. From there it was still 4km of walking to our hostel. On the way we also managed to get our national park permits for the next days walk.

The oldest car ferry we have been on

The hostel was lovely and had a big kitchen and common area but only two bathrooms. We met a Russian couple and quite a few German travellers. This was the first time we could socialise with other guests in a place we stayed. We had a great evening in our ‘little Germany’ exchanging stories, discussing plans and talking to other people than just each other. One of them was also called Matthias who had the same walking plans as us so we teamed up and decided to walk together.

Our start the next morning was delayed by an hour by the manager and her great speed in making breakfast for three people. After replenishing our food supplies at the local market we were off and into the forest. The path to Bolshie Koty is somewhere between 22 and 25km long depending on what source you read. The beginning leads away from the lake and up a hill through dense mixed forest. We had managed to time it perfectly and were walking through golden and red autumn forest in glorious sunshine.

Another fairly normal Matthias

Ted enjoying the view from his backpack

After zig-zagging down the other side we had a nice lunch on a beach. Some German guys went in and out of the lake but we resisted this time. From there on there was only one more big incline; most of the time the path was rather flat with slow ups and downs. One section was signposted as risky where it got narrower and more eroded. Overall the walk was easy and very enjoyable. We spotted our destination over an hour before we actually got there thanks to a few bays. In the end it took us seven hours including one hour lunch break at a rather leisurely pace. Our plan of going swimming fell flat due to the time and the fact that the sun was already behind the hills.

Lovely lunch and swim spot

Just a snippet of the path (yay for pol filters!)

Our host was already waiting for us and we couldn’t wait for a nice shower. In order to reduce our luggage to a small daysack we had decided to have dinner and breakfast in the guesthouse. The food was good but could have been more. The guesthouse was nice and clean and they had only just finished contruction of a separate dining shelter with kitchen in the garden. We also got to enjoy our first Russian longdrop toilets in the garden. To our surprise a couple from Hongkong who we had met on the trail earlier also stayed there so we had some friends for the evening.

After a good breakfast we met up with Matthias again and it turned out that we had made the better accommodation choice. He had to turn to the only shop for food and Russian packet size meant he was carrying more food back than he had brought the day before. At least this secured him a generous lunch.

Our guesthouse for the night

We all had slept well and made good progress so when lunch time came we ended up on the same beach as the day before. This time we all went for a dip into the cold waters before drying clothes while eating. We were really lucky as it rained in Bolshie Koty when we woke up but we were treated to another warm and glorious day even though the wind coming over the lake was colder than the previous day.

Stunning autumnal colours

In the end we completed the return walk in 6 hours and treated ourselves to coffee and cake by the lake before heading back to the hostel to relax. Our friend Matthias had to leave early in the morning to catch his next train in Irkutsk but we had left some extra time and therefore got a rare chance to lie in.

Snow-capped mountains on the eastern shore of lake baikal

After a racey bus trip back to Irkustsk we went shopping in the central market before making our way to the hostel. It was called ‘Good cat’ and only 10 minutes walk from the station. It turned out to be more of a hotel than a hostel.

Our train the next morning was scheduled at 6.45 but ended up being an hour late. This was the first delay we experienced in our whole time in Russia so far and was only annoying because it postponed our breakfast too. Finally the train arrived and we were on our way to Ulan Ude along the shore of lake Baikal. This is defintely the most scenic part of the whole train journey and worthwhile seeing during the daytime. 

Irkutsk or Hunting a ghost train

Irkutsk is the best base from which to start any adventure to Lake Baikal, according to the guide books. It’s a transport hub but also a little more interesting than the other Siberian cities we have stopped in. Although modernisation is slowly taking place, the city still has many traditional wooden houses, which seem to be quite stubborn to stay as they are rather than be replaced by modern tower blocks. Interestingly, we read that many of these old houses are not connected to running water or the sewage system as their owners are not able to afford this or the renovation.

Old and new houses in Irkutsk

Our primary reason for a stop at Irkutsk was to get Zoë a Mongolian visa from the Mongolian Consulate. Having read a lot about other people’s experiences of obtaining a Mongolian visa, we were a little worried. The consulate appeared to suddenly stop issuing visas to foreign passport holders in 2016 but thankfully this was only for a few months. Other travellers have also had problems with consulate opening hours, proof of insurance, proof of residence and travel itineraries. We expected some difficulties and tried to prepare as much as possible. We thought we had to wait until the following morning to apply but decided to find the building that afternoon. We were a litte surprised that the visa centre was open so went in to ask about applying. The friendly lady behind the counter said it would only take around 10 minutes and we could do it that afternoon. Fantastic. Back to the hostel we went and within an hour Zoë had a Mongolian visa in her passport. The only thing Zoë had forgotten was to put a phone number of the guesthouse but this was quickly fixed using the consulates wifi. We were both so relieved and happy that we can go to Mongolia :).

Russian orthodox church near the central parks

Our next stop in Irkutsk was the central market, which is full to the brim of fish, meat, bread, fruit and vegetables. It was great place to do some food shopping and due to our visa success we treated ourselves to a steak dinner and cake for dessert. Russians definitely like their cake. We tried a tort skaska which was chocolate sponge covered in chocolate, hazelnuts and sour cream icing. Back at our hostel cooking dinner was pretty interesting. The only other guests were a Chinese tour group, and they were fascinated by how Matthias cooked a steak and made a salad. Most of the time he had at least 3 spectators and one lady in particular who kept asking about adding salt to everything. She only stopped when the tour guide told her to leave us alone while we ate.

Up till now we didn’t have a plan for lake Baikal. We wanted to do some hiking and also take a journey on the circumbaikal railway. Finally we had a reliable weather forecast and could make a plan. We chose a circular route from Irkutsk to Slyudyanka then to Listvyanka before returning to Irkutsk. It seemed the easiest way to see everything and not spend half the week on the bus or train. So our first stop was set to be Sludyanka to board the circumbaikal railway.

Evening at lake baikal

Sludyanka is a small town on the lake shore at the southern end and most tourists miss it out completely. We booked a night here in giesthouse Delight with the plan of getting the train the next morning. The circumbaikal railway was originally part of the transiberian route and was built in 1911. It was an engineering feat as the route along the western side of Lake baikal required many bridges and tunnels to be built. Today it is open for tourists and locals but all of the transiberian trains go along a new line. There are two options for trains either the tourist train or a local elektrichka train. Due to this line only being a single set of tracks, trains run in one direction from Slyudyanka to Port Baikak during the day and returning at night. We looked up the trains and chose the best train for our plan leaving at 9:10am on Wednesday. When we arrived at Slyudyanka we tried to buy tickets but were promptly told the were none and there was no train the next day. Totally confused we checked into our guesthouse and hoped to figure it out. Our hosts for the night were lovely and very helpful although they didn’t think there was a train either. We looked it up online and returned to the station armed with the train number. Our Russian is still very basic and luckily we met a Polish lady who spoke Russian, English and German, and coincidentally wanted a ticket for the same train. After about 30 minutes, it transpired that the train does exist but is run privately and is purely for tourists. Normally, tourists board at Irkutsk and return there via a ferry and bus. The whole round trip costs 7000 rubles, not exactly budget friendly. We couldn’t buy tickets from the ticket office so our only chance was to try and board the train in at the platform in the morning and hope it wasn’t too expensive.

Slightly less panicked we had a walk along the lakeshore and returned to our lodgings for dinner. We were presented with a fabulous spread of food including goulash, potatoes, salted omul, salted herring and homegrown salad. All of the food was delicious and made even better by our hosts tales of skating across lake Baikal, hiking around the mountains and skiing through snowy valleys. Dessert was even more interesting. We tasted pollen, lingonberries, sea buckthorn berries, local honey and also found out where pine nuts come from. Perhaps this is quite obvious considering the name pine nuts. We hadn’t ever thought about how they are harvested or preserved, but now when we see someone in the forest with a 3m long wooden hammer we will know what they are doing. We also acquired a new skill for our C.V.s, shelling pine nuts with our teeth, although I think we both need a lot of practice. We had a great evening learning about Siberia and forgot our worries about the train.

The next morning we woke early but our hosts insisted on some coffee before taking us to the train station. We tried some golden root extract in our coffee and also some more berries. At the train station we found a group of German tourists and found out the train does exist! Once it pulled into the station we found someone to sell us a ticket for the second class carriage and couldn’t have been happier with our lakeside seats and almost empty carriage. The tourist train cost 3400 rubles per person from Slyudyanka to Port Baikal, which put a decent hole in the budget. Had we had time to wait until the next day and get the local train we would have paid just 200 rubles per person, but we may only be at lake Baikal once and has all our accomodation booked for the following nights so we had to make the most of our time. We would probably recommend anyone else to get the local train which currently runs on Thursdays and Fridays as far as we know.

That said we were on the train…

Beginning of the circumbaikal railway

Our last sleeper train in Russia

After our lovely time enjoying Siberian nature we boarded the train bound for Irkutsk. We were in two minds about overnight journeys on trains. On the one hand, we enjoyed an evening of watching out of the window while the sunset, but on the other hand, in the hours spent asleep we were missing out on a fair amount of Russian countryside even if most of it was just trees. To avoid sleeping ao much on trains we would have had to make a lot more stops or accept arriving into a Russian city in the middle of the night. Despite this we will still have only spent 5 nights on trains all the way from Saint Petersburg to Ulan Ude. Another thing we were wondering about was what kind of neighbours we would have. We were now pretty certain that they would all be Russian but we were hoping more for the family atmosphere rather than construction workers. Luckily, most of the train disembarked at Krasnoyarsk and we got on with a large group of 6-8 year old gymnasts. The train was also a little better than we expected, it seemed more luxurious, with padded seats and even had radio throughout the carriage.

The scenery from the train was probably some of the best we have had with more river valleys and views across the landscape. It’s also turning quite autumnal so all over there are trees turing golden, red and bronze. Our gymnast neighbours were tucked up in bed by 9pm and our carriage was very quiet. Our final night sleeping on Russian trains passed peacefully and we both woke up excited to finally arrive into Irkutsk. We weren’t excited about Irkutsk but we were keen to discover Lake Baikal.

Winter is coming

After over 44 hours on the train we could not wait to get off. That was about the maximum we could endure on the trains in one go. It was good that we ended up in Krasnoyarsk as this city is right next to a beautiful national park, which offers plenty of great hiking. We had booked a hostel only a few hundred meters from the train station which was cheap and cheerful. Sadly just after check in trouble started. They decided that the price we had booked it for was for one night instead of two. The receptionist rang the manager and we spent 45 min arguing with him that is was his fault if the price online was incorrect and not ours. As he would not move a millimeter and refuse to barter we demanded our money back and left furious about them not honoring the contract. In the end we stayed in hostel Vozduh which was more expensive than the first booking (but cheaper than the actual price), had a much better location and very friendly staff. They gave us plenty of useful tips for our time in Krasnoyarsk. We had timed it well as on weekends bus number 80 went from outside the hostel straight to stolby national park, which was the main reason we stopped in this city.

Our smallest Russian friend

Stolby national park is located just at the south western tip of Krasnoyarsk. It’s main attraction are about 60 rock formations of various sizes standing mostly on top of small hills. Some of them are easy to climb but others require climbing gear. We got an early bus to make the most of the good weather forecast. Since it was a weekend there was a bus going straight from the hostel to the nature park. The first 6 kilometers we had to walk along a tarmac road with a few streches of planked wooden walkways parallel to it. We stopped often to watch siberian chipmunks, tree creepers and tits around the bird feeders and picnic areas. It was surprisingly busy with locals walking and running. The visitor center at the end of the road was busy with about 80 people participating in a 360 minutes event. They are organised in Russian national parks once a year and people volunteering spend 360 minutes clearing up litter, maintaining paths or carrying out repairs. In stolby we met a few groups of people scrubbing grafiti from rocks.

Ted went climbing too!

The only maps in this park are at the main entrance so we recommend taking photos of them. There are three colour coded walking paths but no information about their length or approximate walking times. Overall there are many information boards about the park, plants and animals but they were all in Russian and therefore of no use to us. We could have used Google Translate but it doesn’t work very well with longer texts. After reading about it online we opted for the blue and the yellow paths. Blue was a circular walk in the center and the yellow path lead us back towards the city and terminated at a ski and sports center. The blue route was busy thanks to it’s easy access and featured some nice and big rock formatiions. We found a picturesque lunch spot on one of them overlooking a forest valley but were stopped by the incoming hail just as we sat down. Thankfully it was only short so we stopped again soon after; this time without any view.

Stolby from above

Snow and the chilly wind were probably the main reasons for us arriving at the top of the ski lift over an hour and a half earlier than expected. Towards the end of the yellow route were two lookout points offering great scenic views over the surrounding hills and forest. Fit as we were we didn’t take the lift but took a shortcut down a steep ski slope. Back in the city we treated ourselves to coffee and cake after a very enjoyable day out.

One of the bigger rock formations

The next day turned out to be much nicer and sunnier than expected but since we had seen most of the national park instead we decided to walk along Yenitsei river towards Tatyshev island. The promenade was quite nice and the river wide and very fast flowing. It was dotted with stalls, benches and (restaurant) ships. The island is roughly 3km wide and 8-9km long. It features a dense network of paths and roads and many people go there for skating, cyling , running and walking. We spent about an hour of strolling around and sitting on a sunny beach we had to head back to catch our train. There was still enough time for an ice cream and a lunch treat at an Italian restaurant.

Café on wheels

Too long on a train

Our longest train journey of our whole trip across Russia was set to be from Perm to Krasnoyarsk and a whopping 46 hours. We cut this short by 1.5 hours by boarding at Kungur. Still such a long time on the train was going to be a little challenging. We prepared well buying a large variety of food to cover the 6 meals we would need whilst on the train. There is a small shop on board and the opportunity to get off and buy food when the train stops but after looking at the timetable, we realised most of these stops would be in the middle of the night. It’s likely that only smokers get off at 2am to satisfy their habits.

Our train was on time and a slightly newer one than the previous 2 trains. Instead of brown the beds were blue which made for a slighlty nicer colour scheme. The train was pretty lively and all along one side was a group of young girls who spent most of the afternoon playing games and passing notes along the train. Our bay was just us and two of the girls so we both sat by the window until sunset. The views were better than before as the train made its way along a river valley. Once the sun went down we made our beds and settled down to watch a film.

Thankfully the group of school girls left the train at Yekaterinberg and we got alot of new neighbours. Opposite us a young couple with a 10 month old baby moved in. And to the other side an American man and a Russian lady. All of them were very friendly and we soon discovered (with the help of google translate), that the couple were going to Kazakhstan to see his family. Our American neighbour had missed his original train and sadly only been able to make it onto a third class carriage on our train; probably not how he wanted his first Russian train journey to go. Before bed Matthias chatted to the American-Russian couple who thought he was in his early twenties.

The next morning Matthias woke up early and discovered that it’s possible to charge electrical items next to the Provodnistas office. With the phone fully charged he returned to his seat and found Zoë was finally awake at 10am (sleeping with earplugs is the way forward). Breakfast was some surprisingly yummy instant porridge with pieces of dried apple and cherry and more tea. Then we got comfy for the rest of the day on the train and a lot more passing trees. Our neighbours all left at Omsk and were replaced by three Russian men. For the first time we were a little less easy, but once we got out our lunch and shared some of our food things were more relaxed. We are sure the vodka and whiskey they were sipping continually was helping too. We had expected people drinking on the trains but surprisingly these men were always sipping secretly while one of the others kept watch. Maybe the recent changes to alcohol laws and the classification of beer as an alcoholic beverage (only in 2011!) have made drinking less acceptable. Come to think of it even people drinking on the streets always concealed their alcohol in brown paper bags. Despite this Russia still has a large problem with alcohol abuse, especially in young men. Matthias earned a few shots of Vodka by fixing Viktor the construction workers new tablet and as a bonus we got a chocopie (a Russian Tunnock’s teacake).

The hours dragged on through the night but we both made it to the morning having had enough rest. Finally, it was the day we were going to get off the train and away from our latest train mates. The men weren’t too bad really but Viktor’s music and the sweaty man smell was starting to get a bit much. We were really looking forward to getting off the train and out into the fresh air. Our train pulled into Krasnoyarsk on time and we said goodbye to the Russian men. As we walked along to the end of our carriage we noticed that during the night they had added another carriage. This carriage was a little different with bars on the windows and windows that opened. It was full of people peering out of the windows. We are pretty sure our train had been pulling along a prison on rails. We definitely didn’t read about that in the guidebooks.

The green mile and an icy cave

We were very glad to arrive in Perm during daylight hours for our walk to the hostel which was located in a slightly rundown area in a suburb. After half an hour walk we got there safely and checked in. The building looked a lot shabbier then it did on thanks to the art of taking advantageous photos but the inside was fine. Two letdowns were the lack of heating and missing window handles. The former was immidiately fixed by a construction type heater fan and Matthias managed to lock the windows with a knife from the kitchen. Those things fixed we were able to relax but still had to go shopping. Thankfully the supermarket was only 10 minutes walk away. After a yummy meal we spent the evening relaxing and planning our journey further.

The red salty ears ofPerm

Somehow we stayed up too long so when our alarm went of at 7am we were so tired that we fell asleep again within a minute. Matthias rewoke again at 9am but Zoë slept all the way to half 11. Our trip to Kungur was now forfeit and we had to spend the time in Perm. The only issue with this was that our accomodation was about 4km away from the center. We had booked it to be close to the train station and with good bus connection to get to Kungur; not really for sightseeing in Perm. One of the best things the city has to offer for tourists are two walks marked by red and green lines on the pavement. The longer (green) route comprised 40 signs outside significant buildings and sights and takes around 1.5h to walk. The red route stops to places with romantic stories and partially coinsides with the green line. It took us quite a bit longer (we guess the official time is without reading the signs) even though we skiped some part of it. Most of the signs are at buildings because they used to be schools and some famous Russian poet, author, or other person went there. As a foreigner these names didn’t mean anything to us and so we started skipping more and more of the text. It was also getting quite cold thanks to the wind. We sought refuge in a lovely café on the way back. That evening was filled with us working out how we can make it to Kungur ice cave and still get the train.

The friendly Perm bear and Teds new friend

The solution to this issue was the fact that we could board our train in Kungur and did not have to come back to Perm. We first though we had made a big booboo when we discovered that Kungur was on the main train line line and a lot of trains stop there. Once we got there after 2.5 hours of walking, a city bus in Perm and one overland bus we realised that there was absolutely nothing for tourists to do and see apart from the ice cave. Perm was therefore definitely the better base.

The Perm gate

Buses to Kungur run frequently throughout the day. The best stop to get off is outside the train station were we managed to deposit our backpacks for 200 rubles each. Connection to the cave is made by bus number 8 (10 min, 20 rubles) plus a few hundred meters walk. At first it seemed we were the only people on the guided tour but in the end there were 18; all apart from us were Russian. Kungur ice cave is the only karst cave in Russia set up for tourism and 1.5km of it can be visited. Entry is 600 rubles for a normal and 700 for the longer version which includes a laser show and a different route. The first two grottos were covered in ice.

Stone cross and ice curtain

The diamond grotto had more ice and walls and ceiling were covered with lots of small crystals. The Polar grotto has trees of almost palm sized snowflake shaped ice crystals which were very impressive. This first section also features some illuminated ice sculptures. After this the grottos had no more ice but featured various rock formations with interesting shadows and some lakes. The tour was very informative (if you speak or at least understand Russian) since our guide talked a lot explaining certain formations, features and the geography and history of the place. Sadly there were no signs and no audioguides available.

The bat cave

After we emerged into the sunlight again even the 12 degrees felt very nice and hot. We were very disappointed to find the café at the entrance closed (only for 3 days) and the one in the nearby hotel wasn’t very nice. Therefore we decided to walk back to the station. After buying some grapes to snack on the train we had dinner in the shopping center next to the train station and still an hour to wait for the train.

Huge ice flake crystals inthe polar grotto

Probably our best reason for stopping in Perm was the cave in Kungur. Our guidebook did not reveal to us the fact it was also on the train line which is definitely worth factoring in. Perm has got a lot of history but mainly in regards to theater, ballet and opera (important art schools). Apart from that it is probably best described as a post-industrial industrial town and quite run down. The bus station for example consists of one building with the yard being half tarmac and half gravel with busses stopping both along the road and behind the building. It also broke up our train journey into legs of 19 and 44 hours. Had we combined them into one we probably would have gone crazy. In hindsight we think we should have stopped in Kungur during the day and spent a night or two in Ekatrineburg which is meant to be nicer than Perm. This is why you need to be careful when you plan your stops along such a long train line and do plenty of research about the places along the way.

Mind your head! Low ceiling!