Ida went last weekend and I fish. The whole thing grew into a typical Mongolian thing. After we leave on Friday evening with Jaisri partied and had cooked "Japanese pizza", we made two of us at eight clock with our belongings on the way towards Jizos of work. This wanted to depart at seven clock, but we had already made our plans. In the end it turned out that the departure would probably still move something Jizo had to wait for his mother so that they could take over his job as a parking lot attendant. He shares this job with his younger brother 24 and his mother. Jizo was the way, the Japanese teacher at our school is, right Munkhzorigt and is as old as Ida and me.
After I Jizos mother, father ("Hello, My name ... I'm social worker, I'm constuctions engineer, Thank you, thank you!") And little sister Khuslen (not really) know, we waited to other people. Finally, we were completely and were able to drive off by 23 clock. Also present were two Mongolian and out of Jizo, a Japanese friend of Jizo, Ida and I and a complete family of Mongolian grandfather, son, wife, boy and baby. We gave ourselves to the two cars and drove off. Ida and I were assigned to the family car, which meant that we sat together with his grandfather on the Ruecksick. He had been thrilled to us because we understand hardly a word of Mongolian. Again and again he began to speak with us and eventually we answered only with "tsa", which he took with a loud laugh jedemal note. The woman said a few words in English and we were able to communicate something. Our driver was miserable. He drove very slowly and here nor bad. Despite deep extended because he just drove into the lane, giving the underbody of the car has not just done well. After 40 minutes the other car was waiting for us and we were greeted with vodka. After the vodka in the same round was slow driving until we arrived at 0.30 am Orkhon. There, the men laid out their nets, and we went upstream to a piece (towards the south, the Orkhon flows further north along the Selenge and flows into Lake Baikal). Ida and I made a fire and boiled tea (tsai) and rice (budaa) with potatoes (Tums).
The men put on their fishing trousers and waded through the water and tried to impale with a kind of "trident" fish, what someone is also really good. Then they were fishing in fishing, but were not very successful. After a pike to bite anything, but no matter what I did: Up on Jun 15, fishing is not allowed because the fish still spawn. Also, I was pretty scared about handling the fish. When Ida and I came back from a walk on the surrounding hills showed us the other pike. I watched the fish a little more closely and at first thought should not have killed him right. When I asked, they said, they had not killed the fish, which stay fresh longer ...
was now there are 6 clock, making it extremely bright at 4 clock, it begins to dawn on here because we had no time change haben.Wir not slept all night, I was freezing all night and sat by the fire and smelled of smoke so pretty bad. Instead we had heard frogs, from 3 clock in the morning the birds and saw the Milky Way very clearly. To
about 8 clock we went back to the place where we had previously designed the nets. We spent another hour with fishing without success and make a fire and chocolate banana. This has no one except me knew, and except the small Mongolian boy let the locals do not convince me :-) After all, helped me eat the Ida and Hiroshi. After a little faster way back our driver made one last stop in a ger district of Old Darkhan order to clean his car before we finally at home could catch up on our sleep.
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