Thursday, March 29, 2012

Nomadic Herders: finish on a cliche, with a twist.

Today is my penultimate day at Mercy Corps Mongolia. It seems quite fitting to finish off by writing a story about a Mongolian herder - the most cliche of Mongolian experiences. The family was gorgeous. The little girl one of the cutest ever, and that is saying something in a land of insanely cute kids. The location was stunning. In Gobi-Altai province - Gobi means desert and Altai means mountains - this place was named very literally. The drive to this herder is something I want to forget. It was dark (before sunrise) and bumpy and I don't think the driver found any kind of road for a lot of it.

But the drive back. Weeeew!

The sun was just getting over the mountains, and we were hit with amazing light shining off the gobi-esque sand dunes, with towering, snow covered mountains in the distance. It was the most amazing "this is truly stunningly beautiful" moment I have had here, and there have been many.

And despite the nomadic herder being a Mongolian cliche, it really isn't a cliche at all. It is a fantastically amazing feat that these guys live like they do, and love it.

The Scenery



The Story

Smarter Herding: Sheep Coats
Bayraa, Gobi Altai Province


Bayraa is a 35 year old husband, father of three and ‘champion’ herder in his home province, Gobi Altai.

He was awarded the ‘champion’ herder title in recognition of his community minded response the natural disaster, called dzud, that hit his region and decimated a quarter of all livestock across Mongolia. Dzud is a combination of dry summer, meaning fodder doesn’t grow; followed by severe winter, brining cold temperatures, icy winds and large amounts of snow resulting in widespread death of livestock due to starvation.

A combination of preparation and luck meant that Bayraa’s herd only suffered minimal impact. Watching herders around him lose their animals – their source of food, and income; with no way to start again he came up with a scheme to give them some of his livestock in return for labour.

Today we are visiting Bayraa and his family to see a new ‘sheep coat’ in action. Bayraa volunteered to trial a Mercy Corps initiative of coating sheep and goats in winter. The idea is based on standard practice in Australia, the largest producer of sheep meat in the world, where sheep are covered in specifically designed plastic covers to protect their wool from damage and keep them warm in cold weather. Of course, conditions in Mongolia are significantly colder with winter temperatures plummeting below negative thirty degrees Celsius, and staying there for almost half the year.

Traditionally Mongolian herders move their herds to pasture daily, bringing them into basic wooden shelters at night, with no additional coverings during winter. Simply covering animals in blankets is fraught with danger: if the animal sweats they will freeze to death. The material being used in the new coats is a breathable plastic, whisking away sweat while generating heat to keep the animal warm. Changing traditional ways is hard, but Bayraa is one of a new generation of herders willing to try new things.

“Traditionally herders do not cover their animals. But also traditionally herders get less income when their products are poor quality from a hard winter, or traditionally we would lose all our animals in dzud. Sometimes traditions need to change.”

Nearing the end of our two hour journey to Bayraa’s home we spot a wolf darting past in the distance. My Mongolian colleagues chatter excitedly. Seeing a wolf like that means we are very lucky.

We arrive at Bayraa’s ger, the traditional round tent-like nomadic dwelling of Mongolians, as the sun is starting to rise. There is smoke coming from the ger chimney, so we know the family – or at least mum – is awake. With no mobile phone reception and no coincidental visit by Bayraa to the provincial town we had no way of warning the family we would be visiting. For these reasons Mercy Corps visits are usually an expected surprise, but a party including a UB officer and a foreign person with lots of questions was surely not expected.

Inside the ger Bayraa and his wife Urantuya are barely out of bed. Their almost one year old daughter is still fast asleep, gently snoring from the single mattress on the floor that the family shares each night.

[our sweet driver was instant friends with the little cutey, once she woke up]

As Urantuya is preparing salty milk tea on the single stove over the ger’s fire the milk boils over. The same kind of excited chatter I heard at the earlier wolf sighting springs up again. Another lucky sign – milk boiling over symbolizes an abundance of blessings for the people inside the ger, I am told.

With so much luck around I am not surprised at Bayraa’s success. As he talks about his achievements he is humble, yet clearly proud. His true joy is in training race horses. As a boy he learnt from his father and grandfather, and now his own son is eager to learn from him. What stands out is his attention to the comfort of his animals. In addition to the usual daily feeding from pasture, he prepares special fodder for his animals with different ingredients to suit the seasons.

This is one of the reasons his animals survived the dzud. Bayraa has the foresight to prepare fodder in autumn to safeguard against a hard winter. Even in a relatively good winter, icy winds and scarce fodder greatly reduce the quality of sheep and goats’ coats. The level of stress an animal experiences is directly reflected in the quality of their wool, so when Mongolian animals stand outside all day in icy winds, their coats suffer and they need more fodder to produce the energy to stay alive. In the long term this means herders get less money for their raw materials.

If livestock can be protected from winds they will both eat less and produce better quality wool, as well as having a better quality of life.

After fitting the new coats to his livestock it was only a matter of hours before neighboring herders rode over on their horses to find out what was going on.

[family with a coated sheep]

“All herders watch each other with binoculars. After I put the coats on my sheep and goats my neighbors were really worried about what I had done to my animals. To them it was a really strange idea.”

“For the first three days the goats without coats were scared of the goats with coats - they were very curious about the coats and tried to remove them with their horns. Now, though, they are used to it and don’t cause any trouble.”

[family outside their ger]

Three months into the trial herders have noticed their coated animals are returning home ahead of the flock, long before its dark. This is a sign that they need less food - one of the key benefits of the coats. When spring comes herders will be able to assess whether the coats have bought a tangible improvement to their animals’ wool.

“I am not sure what will happen. I hope the coated animals weigh more and have better quality coats then the normal animals and that their bodies are stronger and healthier. We will see what happens. But even if there is no difference I am proud to try new ways of helping my animals and earning more income.”

[their home - the ger on the left]

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Success 2012

This afternoon I finished a task that has consumed a large chunk of my time recently, the 2012 edition of an annual (well, this is the second year) booklet of stories from Mercy Corps Mongolia beneficiaries.

The stories, bar the intro from our director, were all written by me, from first hand experience meeting the people who they are about across this amazing country.

Full Booklet: Click here


Some of the contents:









Much less fun, but probably more important, the rest of my time for the last month has been working on our 2011 Annual Report. In case you are interested, you can see it here:

Mercy Corps Mongolia 2011 Annual Report

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Amarbayasgalant Monastery and Darkhan City

A month since my last post? I must have been busy. Or lazy. Or a combination of both, together with terrible internet at home...that's what you get for living in a developing country!

A few weekends ago some friends and I decided to take a road trip north, with our awesome Mongolian buddy and his car, to the city of Darkhan. Mongolia's second city - the capital has a population of 1.8 million-ish, Darkhan has a population of around 75,000, so they aren't really in the same category...

The main reason to visit Darkhan was to visit what I had heard was a beautiful monastery "closeby". Being in Mongolia, closeby turned out to mean a 90 minute drive, half of it on dirt road.

But the site didn't disappoint. A stunning day, a stunning location and a pretty cool monastery made for a great site to visit in Mongolia.

The trip was organised in very Mongolian style. There had been some casual suggestions of taking a road trip at some point in time, and an awareness that a few of us were in town while most of the volunteers were heading further north for a week-long trip. Our Mongolian buddy called on Friday night, about 9pm, and said let's go at 9am on Saturday morning. Great! The car could fit 4. With our fantastic communication skills 6 people were lined up to come. With the benefit of hindsight it was great that one bailed and 5 of us managed to squeeze into a 4 seater car.

Since we were heading north, and traveling between two cities, we actually had paved roads to travel on! An amazing novelty in Mongolia, we traveled about 4.5 hours on paved roads to reach Darkhan and explored for the afternoon.

On the way into town we passed these massive statue of a man, a PR stunt by the local industrial factory!


We found a huge park, with different features for each of the horoscope signs. A bit dilapidated, it was hard to tell if it was just because it was winter, or if the place really hadn't been used for twenty years.


A feature of children's playgrounds seem to be super-steep slippery dips, dangerously steep slippery dips:

The town was very pleasant: no traffic, no pollution, no rude people. We had dinner at the local hangout - it was relatively gourmet - everything tasted good, and the service wasn't terrible. We were blown away.

The traffic lights even had these counters to show how long until the lights would change!!

The next day we set out for the famed monastery, not really knowing where to go. We were blessed with a gorgeous day, sun shining and probably around -10 to -5. I actually shed the winter coat for a while, for the first time since October!



In the main forecourt of the monastery there was a line up to undergo some kind of "re-birthing" process. The person climbs into this stone structure that is clearly not big enough for a person, struggles to stand inside, turn around three times and then emerge - reborn!


Who cares about a monastery?


The special thing about the monastery, other than it's beautiful location, is that it is one of the oldest architectural pieces still existing in Mongolia. Being a nomadic society there were always few buildings...most were monasteries built after Buddhism took off a while ago. But when the Soviets came they were less then enthusiastic about religion in any kind, and with little regard for history they not only tore down almost every monastery in the country but systematically purged an estimated 35,000 monks. This has left only a handful of buildings pre-1930 in the whole country - none still completely in-tact. Somehow this monastery managed to keep a few buildings through the destruction...no one knows how, it's got nothing on its former glory though.



There are three other key sites - one in UB, one in the Gobi, and one at the ancient capital, Kharkhorum, each of which I have managed to visit.

The monastery is also special as it was built to honor Mongolia's most famous artist, Zanabazar.

Slightly more academic writing on the subject: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amarbayasgalant_Monastery

The Highlight?

Despite the pollution-free, friendly city of Darkhan and the gorgeous monastery, the highlight of the trip was undoubtedly the dj skills of our Mongolian buddy..introducing us to fantastic western-artists most of us had never heard of. For example:





Thursday, February 23, 2012

Western Aimags: The Rest of the Trip

Yesterday I gave a little presentation to a few colleagues about using a narrative structure to relay information - and now through laziness I am not going to take my own advice and instead share various random cool parts of the rest of my 14 day stint in the west of Mongolia, not in any particular order.

Ice Cream Advertising

Strangely convenient, the shops in this little soum seemed to put up the packaging of the ice-creams they had in stock - this place had the most, the others usually had 2-3 wrappers! Considering it's -40 outside, you wouldn't think ice-creams would be especially popular!

Shoe Dusters
Instead of inconveniently removing your shoes when entering a house, in this soum at the entry to any building was a kind of brush with big clothe bristles that you used to smack the dust of your boots!


Chinese Road


The kind, generous Chinese (cough, cough) funded and built an amazing paved highway stretching about 300km through the south-west tip of Mongolia...basically a no-man's land. Except there is alot of coal here. The road stretches from the Chinese border to the coal mine, and not a centimetre further! It takes a route that is almost totally useless to local people as it doesn't go near any of the towns - which it could have done without too much trouble. The road passes through some amazing mountain passes, twisting and turning through very narrow valleys and along frozen rivers. Chinese work crews clean the ice off and keep it in top condition. An amazing trip compared to the mongolian "roads" - barely dirt tracks. The irony was that to get to the main city in the province we traveled 3 hours on the 300km of this road which abruptly ended at the coal mine, and then 3.5 hours for the ~150km on what is considered the worst road in Mongolia - which is saying something! - across the bumpiest, rockiest...everything-est excuse for a road in Mongolia.

Enkhy's Family

The itinerary of the trip was first province for 3 days, 14 hour drive to next province, flight the next day to the very south of the aimag, 4 days there, 10 hour drive back to the main city of the province, few days there, 6 hour drive to the next province, work a day there, 6 hour return trip to a town in the east of that province, work another day then fly home.

What I didn't know beforehand is the town in the south of the second aimag - town name Bulgan, province of Hovd, was the home town of the colleague I was traveling with. I also didn't know what an awesome, kind and friendly person she was. This town is home to a certain ethnic group of Mongolians - most of the 20 or so towns in Hovd province are home to a certain, different, ethnic group - making it the most diverse ethnic region of Mongolia. It is also the biggest town in Mongolia - called a soum - with a population of 10,000. Each province has a provincial centre, or city, in the east the populations of these are only a few thousand. The next level down are the regional towns, usually a population of a few hundred to a couple of thousand, except these awesomely massive soum where I found myself - it had the conveniences of a provincial city (ie. a hotel, "hot" water, "heating", shops), an airport! - but it had the friendly, curious (sometimes overwhelmingly awkward) locals of a small town. Throw into this mix that my colleague, Enkhy, has 8 siblings, a gazillion friends and classmates and you start to get a picture of the amount of visiting we did, and the kind of super-friendly reception we received.

Arriving at the airport everyone knew everyone, and we had three cars waiting to take us into town and offering to drive us around while we were there - one was Enkhy's little brother, one her brother-in-law and a third was a Mercy Corps client who wanted to help out. The men collected our baggage and made sure we were comfy in their cars. We were taken to Enkhy's brother's hotel, I was fixed up with the nicest room (relatively speaking) and we were whisked off to Enkhy's sisters house for some food.

On the way a sweet old lady came running to our car - turns out it was Enkhy's mum. She was super excited to see her little girl - Enkhy hadn't been back for a few years. She jumped in the car and came to lunch with us.


Enkhy's sister turned out to be a super sweet woman - the kind you find yourself having amazing conversations with even though you have no common spoken language! I ended up spending a bit of time there over the next few days - she made me breakfast everyday (rice and eggs!), we had a few meals and met a few family members, when Enkhy was working on things that I coudln't help with I hung out with the two sweet teenage girls from the family too.

One afternoon we went to the town's mountain alongside the town's river:


The first evening in town we had dinner with Enkhy's grandparents at her sister's house. Turns out that day was National Teacher's Day, and Enkhy's dad was awarded the highest honour in Mongolia. I then found out that Enkhy's mum had skipped the award ceremony to see her little girl at lunch time!


Above is a family pic with Enkhy's parents either side front, her dad proud with his medal on his chest, an older brother in the middle, younger brother who owns the hotel on the left, next to him her little sister, her son, her youngest daughter, Enkhy, sisters eldest daughter and Enkhy's brother in law.

The second day we had lunch with one of Enkhy's older brothers. He had two gorgeous little boys. Which was a little unusual as people generally have their kids around 20 years old so by the time I am visiting the family the kids are grown up and not so cute! So meeting an almost 40 year-old couple with two little kids was a treat, and you could see the extra tenderness the dad had towards his boys. The youngest boy was one of the most interesting characters I have ever met. He was sooo angry when we came to visit, and not interested in seeing us - here he is hiding under the bed:


When we tried to look at the family photo album he grabbed it and said it was his, we couldn't see it.


About half an hour later his attitude did a 180 and suddenly he was scolding his mother for not caring for her guests, he said it was cold and that we were hungry. He got out his own packet of small lollies and went around the table ceremonially giving each guest a lolly!

Dad was having some trouble opening the wine and left the bottle while he looked for an instrument to help remove the cork...the boys decided they wanted to help -


The cheeky young guy was out of the scene very quickly - leaving his older brother looking guilty!


Later when his Dad was serving each guest a cup of wine the little boy scolded his mother for drinking alcohol - a very un-Mongolian attitude!

Towards the end of the visit the boys started the traditional reciting poetry and singing songs. Then the older boy asked if he could sing a hip-hop song...and then the concert really started! The boys competed with each, taking turn by turn.



Here is the older brother, very happy to sit with his daddy or watch hip-hop on tv, he wasn't too fussed about us or getting attention:


Leaving Town
In this town we were traveling with Batsukh - the very rotund, very jovial manager of Mercy Corps in the province, and the popular Enkhy meant we were not short of social occasions involving much vodka and the who's who of town - the governer, the head of this and that dept etc etc. Trying to leave town we were stopped at the last possible building - the airport - to randomly drink and eat in a room there to say goodbye!

Everyone was having a good laugh...they apologised for not being able to speak english with me, but assured me that should I choose to stay in their town, I could pick any man I wanted for a husband and it would only take him a few days to learn english. Over the past few days a few of the men took an interest in learning english and came away with "hello" and "i no speak english".


Here's Enkhy, Batsukh and Enkhy's little brother having a laugh.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Shaman Lady and Chinggis Country


While in Chinggis' birthplace - Khentii province - over New Years we paid a visit to the local Shaman. One of my friends put together these videos of the Shaman Lady describing how she came to be a Shaman and some of the power of the spirits that she communicates with.


Mongolian Shaman from Lauren Knapp on Vimeo.


Very interesting stuff.

Mongolian Shaman Playing Jaw Harp from Lauren Knapp on Vimeo.


I wasn't having anything to do with playing with the spirits, but each of my friends took a turn asking something about themselves or a family member. The lady got into some interesting things. She picked up that one friend had lost someone close recently. And when one friend asked about her brother, the shaman lady suggested he had been through a trauma at a certain age which had changed his character, which had happened. Generally though she was very inspecific...drawing scepticism from my friends.

Accompanying us were our translator and driver. The driver spent a couple of hours talking to the shaman, performing some rituals involving throwing a glass of vodka or milk to the sky and that kind of thing. The interesting thing is that a few weeks later some other friends did the same trip, with the same driver and translator. This time these men would not go into the shaman lady's house - they seemed freaked out and went ice fishing instead, leaving my friends at the house for a few hours.

Among my Mongolian friends it seems fairly common to consult a Shaman when a family member is sick or when they are looking for guidance on life decisions. The shaman will usually give seemingly strange instructions - maybe some clothing needs to be burnt, or some vodka or milk offered to the gods at certain times of the day, or maybe the family needs to visit a temple and pray with a lama on certain days or a certain period of time - or a combination of these kinds of things; in order to free the spirits that are bringing bad things to the situation.

It's all a lot more complex than Jesus intended, in my opinion.

Here are some photos from the rest of the trip:

This region is close to the Russian border and inhabited by Buriats - a Mongolian ethnic group mostly found in the bordering region of Russia. We rode horses and ice-fished, celebrated the new year with sparklers and buuz (dumplings) made by the old lady living next door.








Thursday, February 2, 2012

Mercy Corps Videos

These videos were made in Arkhangai province at the end of last year.

There's a bakery that hired new employees with support from a Mercy Corps SSN grant.


A carpenter who received a Mongol Rally funded grant:



A sewing business that started with a Mongol Rally grant after the group members met at the life skills training from the SSN project:



A feltmaker who expanded his business from just making the ger felt coverings to making new kinds of small items like socks:



And a massage group that provides treatment for people with disabilities, while employing people with a disability as therapists too:

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Epically Epic Adventure: Day 1

I tend to overuse the word epic. So when something that is genuinely epic comes along, it is tough to beat the descriptions I've used for something that was pretty cool - but not epic(after all)!

Today is the first day of 14 days straight traveling in three of the 4 western provinces of Mongolia. My traveling colleague drew the short straw: traveling for two weeks, in the coldest part of winter, to the coldest provinces!

I, on the other hand, feel like I've won the lottery being able to come along. The trip is with the animal health officer, of a technical agricultural project I haven't had much to do with. The project struggles to communicate the amazing things they're doing due to being fairly technical, and the staff being fairly technical too.

So today I was up at 4.30am to catch a 7am flight. I was expecting one of our drivers to take me to the airport, but instead had a call from a taxi driver clearly not expecting a non-mongolian speaker. I rushed downstairs only to have him drive off as I got outside the door. I chased after him and got his attention...the next challenge was telling him where to go. I should know the word for airport..but expecting a work driver who had been briefed on the details, my brain wasn't in Mongolian speaking mode...so I named a few of the Mongolian airlines, and we were heading the right direction.

About 3km out from the airport, in a kind of no-man's land, in low negative thirties and pitch black and smoky from pollution, the car just stops. He wasn't out of petrol, but it was that kind of feeling where the car just comes to a gradual stop. The driver did what he could for about 15 minutes, with no luck. Then there was 15 minutes of unsuccessful hailing down a passing car before we eventually got a ride to the airport. Good thing I left ridiculously early!

After that everything has been great! At the airport the check-in lady was the neice of my traveling colleague, they hadn't seen each other for at least 10 years! Then, behind us was my colleague's old english teachers - who she hadn't seen for at least 8 years! Now they are living in our first-stop province - Gobi Altai. When we arrived their Australian friend was there to meet them - so another nice friend was made!

Arriving at the Mercy Corps office i discovered the local program officer has fantastic english...something she had never revealed before. And she is a cool person. We interviewed a few beneficiaries and put in place plans to see some more tomorrow. And some other work stuff went on, but now I'm too exhausted to get into the details! More on that tomorrow!

Friday, January 27, 2012

Social Safety Nets Concert Highlights

At the end of December the big Social Safety Nets project came to a close. Closing Forums were organised in each of the target provinces, ending in concerts with performances by the project participants.

This is a video of highlights from these concerts by Mercy Corps' Social Safety Nets participants - people who were living in poverty, isolation and desperation at the start of last year: now eager to perform in public!

The little boy is my favourite!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Chingii

Mongolians are very proud of their ancient leader, Chinggis Khan. In the rest of the world this bloke is known as Ghenghis Khan, a ruthless barbarian. In Mongolia Chinggis is revered - the truth of his great feats lies somewhere in the middle - he was very intelligent, a smart leader but also killed alot of people and conquered alot of land.

I'm not going to go into the details of history - wikipedia can help you out with that: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genghis_Khan

Instead I am going to document some of the present incarnations of the man - or 'the many Chingii of Mongolia'

1. Chinggis Khan International Airport.


2. Chinggis Hotel. One of the swankiest in town.

3. Chinggis Vodka.
There are lots and lots of products with the name Chinggis, ranging from about $2 to $100 a bottle.

4. The Chinggis statue

5. Chinggis carpets. These adorn at least 80% of gers.

Countless, literally hundreds, of restaurants and bars across Ulaanbaatar and in the countryside are named in his honour. Every provinces has a local museum, every one of these featuring the local connection to Chinggis: Chinggis' birthplace, Chinggis' mother's birthplace, where Chinggis grew up, where Chinggis once drank some water...and so on.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Weekend Getaway: The Desert

Last weekend I set off for the gobi by train with 4 friends. We spent all day Saturday on the train, then had 24 hours around Sainshand, then Sunday night on the train to get back in time for work. The scenerey was stunning. The desert was amazing: especially in winter. Snow covered sand dunes...just breathtaking!

Close to the city where the train stopped is one of the three major buddhist sites for Mongolians. Called the "energy centre", the site was home to a special monk a few hundred years ago. It is believed he could transport himself from Mongolia to Tibet in the blink of an eye. More tangible signs of his skills are left in his poems and dramatic works. He predicted his death three years early and it came to pass as he had said - he told his followers they could access his spirit forever from the site of the energy centre.


The platform in Choir, the main stop halfway (5 hours) between UB and Sainshand.


Our spread: 1kg of Doritos, Mongolian Sushi, Meatballs and tomato and vegie sauce, Yak Cheese (Yummmm, but super strong smelling), boiled eggs...



Breast rocks. Brings fertility for women...



The 5th biggest stupa in the world. Finished in September last year: brand new, super fancy. Huge inside. Dedicated to the dramatic monk.



THE energy centre - sitting on the ground, exposing your hands to the sun to absorb the energy. The effect on us foreigners was unanimously to feel extremely cold.


A giant-bell in the middle of the desert. There was a circle of stupas (the white statues) about 50-100m apart dotted from the monastery to the bell to the energy centre, to some caves.

Ring the bell three times for good fortune. My advice: take in the amazing view of nothing that is the desert and get your fill of inspiration.


Our slightly short driver (super friendly guy) with one of the giant-like german journeymen!


A novelty for the weekend was our accidental travel companions. Four german-speaking "journeyman": carpenters spending three years and one day traveling the world following the completion of the apprenticeships to learn skills and share skills, upholding an 800 year tradition. Super cool! They have to wear their traditional uniform, including hat - they carry two sets, one to work in and one to travel in. This rule extends even to super cold climates, like Mongolia: no adding a big coat or beanie or boots...so they were freaking cold. Wikipedia info here



Climbing this mountain in the middle of the flat desert. Men can go to the top, women only half way.


Me as high as women can go. The view from here was stunning enough.


Camels in the desert! With snow! Just amazing.