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Women's only Adventure Holiday Tour of Mongolia

Find out what to expect from a guided Adventure Holiday of Mongolia and the Gobi Desert. This Overland 4WD Women Only Adventure Tour gives you and intimate and safe tour, run by an experienced travel company, Lyn Taylor Adventure.

Departing 01 July 2012 -  17 Days
Cost: US$ 3750 Twin Share
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Phone: 02 9997 7442
Email: lyntaylor@tayloradventure.com
Trip Detials: Women's Travel Discover Mongolia Itinerary
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Lyn Taylor's Review of the Last Women's Only Trip to Mongolia

Crawling out of my tent in the early Mongolian morning, I look across a vast steppe covered in a colorful carpet with intricate patterns. There are chives growing, as far as the eye can see and they’re all in flower. Literally millions of mauve and white heads bobbing gently in the morning breeze. A delicious, heady scent of herbs permeates the air as I move around our Land Rover, searching for my red tin mug.

We’re camped on the edge of an enormous open valley. A giant earth basin rimmed with dark towering mountains. Giant pillars of stone, silhouetted in the early morning light.

Mongolia, the Land of the Great Blue Sky is indeed living up to her name on this crystal clear day. “People pay squillions to wake up to a 360 degree view like this” I think, as I take in the beauty which lies before me and languish in my chair, sipping my steaming coffee.

It’s an idyllic scene and as I absorb the smells, sights and sounds, I wonder how long it will be till the wind wakes from her nightly slumber and begins to roar.

We’re in the Gobi Desert, driving at our own pace, camping where we like, stopping when we like. Each day presents us with ever changing, stunning landscapes

The silence is broken by the sound of goats bleating and a whistle. A massive herd of goats surges over the rise towards us. A slightly built, dark haired boy, about eight years old walks amongst them.  Animals swill around the car and tent, the sound of the hundred or so goats munching is loud and crisp. The animals continually graze as they move towards the mountain behind us. The boy, dressed in well worn clothes, is now lying amongst the chives just nearby. Peering out over his arms, he watches me curiously. Walking over to him slowly, I offer him two plums. Looking extremely relaxed, his little pixie face stares back at me. With a ruddy, dirty, weather beaten complexion, his features are exquisitely beautiful. He simply holds out both hands and receives the plum offerings. It’s a gracious gesture from one so young and indeed, it touches my heart. He immediately begins munching away and shortly after he leaves to begin his long trek up the mountain to catch up with his herd. When he is but a speck, almost at the top, he turns and stands still, looking back. I wave. He hesitates then waves back. The tiny herder then disappears over the peak, the goats becoming invisible, one by one. I wistfully think about how I would have liked to be able to communicate with the boy, but then I realized that for a few precious moments, we had communicated.

After a leisurely breakfast of Russian oats, we drive on across the steppe, continuing our journey towards the Khorgoryn Els Sand dunes. The Khorgoryn Els are some of the largest, most spectacular dunes in Mongolia. Up to 300 metres high, 12klms wide and 100 klms long, they are a pretty incredible sight.

Late that afternoon we veer off a track to drive closer to the massive sand dunes.

The hot afternoon sun reflects on them now, turning them into giant golden, pearly, lightly baked meringue peaks. Behind them, mountains loom like giant dark sentinels. What a magnificent sight! On our right, there are also large extensive mountain ranges. Many of the watercourses run down from them, all the way to the dunes.

Parking the car as close as we can get, we set up camp.  It’s a hurried dinner of noodles as the wind blows in bringing tons of fine sand. Great if you need exfoliating, but I’ll pass on that! It sends us to bed early and blasts away at the car throughout the night.

Waking at 6.30am, the warmth of the sleeping bag is not enough to hold me. Scrambling from the car, I am totally inspired by the beauty, which surrounds me. Savoring the scene, I watch spellbound as a red sun rises and spills her golden gossamer light rays across the dune’s fluid shapes.

In my windproof jacket, quickly wrapping my woolen scarf around my head like a Bedouin, I grab my camera and begin my trek.

Wind gusts are strong as I cross the lower small dunes and begin my ascent along the ridges towards the largest and most majestic dune.  Looking back, the Land Rover has already become the size of a matchbox car.  Crossing into a vast valley, I’m out of the icy wind and look up to an almost vertical wall of sand. She stands before me. The matriarch! It’s hard going, as the sand is forever slipping out from under my feet. Combined with the altitude, it’s difficult to breathe.

Stopping to gulp in some air, I turn to see the Land Rover, just a dot, dwarfed in the 180-degree enormous landscape. The next ridge offers me yet another peak to climb, to go even higher. Panting with breathlessness and pure exhilaration, my goal is in sight as strong blustery wind gusts threaten to blow me over. 

At the top, through the slits in my woolen scarf, a 360-degree panorama, which has no beginning and no end, greets me. WOW! To the East and West for as far as my eyes can see, there are dunes. The size and enormity of the dune ridge is positively mind blowing!

Shadows play in the valleys and peaks of the dunes. Soft, flowing and feminine like a hundred women’s bodies lying side by side. Sensuous, smooth, soft curves, gliding into hollow belly buttons, an arch of a neck, swelling breasts, and plump bottoms, dipping around calves and sleek, long legs.  This place is female and pure in all her splendor.  Dropping to the sand, I sit, caressed in the cocoon of her mystical perfection allowing the beauty of the land to saturate into my soul.

Mongolia really is a magnificent country to travel through. It’s timeless. Immerse yourself into this expanse of space and you will discover some of the most spectacular landscapes you have ever set eyes upon. Let Lyn at http://www.tayloradventure.com  organise your journey of a life time to explore this timeless land of Ghengiss Khaan.

Interact with the nomadic local people in the towns, the markets and with the herders out on the steppe and you’ll discover the uniqueness of sharing a tiny part of their traditional nomadic lives.

After a few weeks out exploring some of Mongolia’s Pandora’s Box of treasures, we come back into Ulaanbaatar to a virtual cultural feast.

There’s the Costume Museum filled with the most exquisite display of Mongolian dress and an insight into the many minority groups, which make up this great land. I spend hours there soaking up all those gorgeous hues of fabrics and headdresses that the women wore.

Then we go on to the Bogd Khaan Winter Palace, which is still the original palace. I find it extremely fascinating to walk through a palace where the last Khaan and his queen spent their days.  It’s food for the imagination as we wander through a maze of rooms filled with ornate displays of ‘Their lives’, including separate bed chambers, complete with the original drapes, bedspreads and furniture. To my Western eyes it’s opulent and lavish, eccentric and extravagant. Gowns and robes made from pure gold thread hang behind glass and bejeweled hairpieces lay swathed in blood red velvet in display cases.  We spend hours in there, too, totally immersed in the richness of this cultural, historical treasure.

Mongolia Is Stunning!

The landscape is so amazingly scenic, so untouched, so open and so incredibly vast. The light here is so much softer than Australia and the energy of the land…somehow more gentle and calm.  There is a spiritual feeling in the land and her people.  It’s hard to describe.

I only got a diminutive taste of what this country has to offer but what I saw, smelled, heard and tasted, tantalized all of my senses. Mongolia is indelibly imprinted in my mind and will always be the jewel in my travel crown.  

Mongolia with all her beauty has indeed dazzled me but I am acutely aware of becoming complacent. She is a land of extremes and the temperature can drop dramatically within a few hours just as the wind speed can rise. But this of course, pales into insignificance  when compared to Mongolia’s enchanting charm.