We set up camp here (this is the tent I stayed in) the first night. The Siberian Larch forest crawled the hills behind the camp.
I just woke up after 18 hours of sleep. The night before last–the first day of the trek–I barely slept and finally vomited; my digestive system was out of whack. I don’t think it was the quality of the food, but more of the wear and tear of travel and jet lag that I tried to gloss over but that finally got me in the end. The adrenaline rush had finally ended after several days on this side of the planet.
Despite being ill the night before and still woozy, I set out for day two of the horse trek. When my horse trotted, my brain rattled in my skull. But that wasn’t too much of a problem because we weren’t trotting much, as we rode STRAIGHT UP and STRAIGHT DOWN mountain faces, zigzagging at times where it was so steep it felt like the horse would tumble over. It was slightly miserable, but the landscape was stunning. We were traveling through matchstick forests of Siberian Larch, I learned from one of my fellow trekkers. Some of the trees still had green leaves, others russet, and some trees were already bare. Small weed-like plants with tree-like leaves grew close to the ground, also in stunning russet hues. It was definitely autumn out here, in mid-September.
Sunset, first night of the trek
But the steep inclines by horse where both physically and mentally grueling for a beginner like me, as the horses clearly didn’t enjoy the mountainous, rocky terrain. They didn’t have horseshoes either, which horse folk would know would be uncomfortable on this ride–the horses where much more built for the steppes. They may have been as miserable as me that day.
When we finally got on flat ground in the afternoon near the place we would lunch, the horses started trotting again and I realized I had absolutely reached my physical limits. Dehydration had set in on top of everything.
While others lunched, I slept. I nibbled on a cookie while the cook took me from the lunch site to the site where we’d be camping that night–others would travel there by horse in the afternoon. He set up my tent and I collapsed inside, jacket and boots still on, feet still hanging outside of the tent. Feverishly, I slept and would occaisionally wake up and wonder if things would get better or far, far worse.
I slept through dinner. Amra, our wonderful guide, brought me fresh yogurt from a neighboring ger around 8 p.m., and I ate about half a bowl with a spoonful of sugar and slept again. He said if I didn’t feel better tomorrow he’d take me to a doctor.
But it’s morning now and I’m feeling much better. It’s clear that the adrenaline rush I first felt in UB has run its course though and I need to remember that I’m with people that have ridden far longer than me–both generally and on the trek, since all of them started in some form days or weeks ahead of me. I need to remember my limitations more–another lesson in that area.