It had been a long day to reach Song Kul. As soon as I found some puddles of water in the dried-up riverbeds, we stopped to camp for the night. It took some further searching to find fresh enough water that Sarala would actually drink. Who’d have thought a horse could be so fussy. I just took the puddle water with a purification tablet.
Next day on the way to the lake shore we came upon two German cyclists. We chatted and then, with an invite, went to a nearby yurt for chai. We stayed the whole day. And the night. Next day they left. But since Sarala was rather tired, I stayed another night. He ate what he could of the drying grazed grass and the local man gave him some oats for dinner. I ate lamb and noodles and drank more chai.
They were lazy days, lovely days, relaxing days doing nothing and not feeling guilty that I should be doing something. There is not much to do there. I could have stayed longer, but I didn’t have enough food and the local families were all beginning to pack up their yurts and move back to their villages in loaded trucks because summer had come to an end. The nights were cold and the puddles of water froze.
So, here’s some photos from the couple of days stay with the local family up at Song Kul lake….