Sunday, 31 March 2013

On 14 September 2012, my brother and I touched down in the small, provincial airport of Moron, in northern Mongolia.  It was the start of a month-long cycling and packrafting (bikerafting) adventure intended to take us through the wilds of Mongolia.

The idea for the trip was conceived on a week-long canoe trip through Algonquin National Park, Canada. We wanted to go bigger and better next time; something more exciting.  And so we found ourselves under the big blue skies of Mongolia, armed with a 2 bikes, 2 trailers, a month's supply of spaghetti bolognaise and the spirit of adventure. 

Our home for the month was the province of Khovsgol aimag, in northern Mongolia.  A region dotted with mountains, rivers, wolves and bears; with clear blue lakes scattered like sapphires on the grasslands.  A spot between the plains of the Mongolian Steppe and the wilds of Russian Siberia.  The plan was to make a loop by cycling for three weeks to the Delger Moron river, taking our bikes apart, strapping them to our packrafts, and paddling our rafts downstream to wind up back at our starting point. 

It was an extraordinary trip. The weeks of careful planning were rewarded. Where else could you cycle through majestic snow-capped mountains and past pre-historic lakes. Wake up under a full moon so bright it obscures the stars. Float down crystal clear water, circled by eagles overhead and great fish beneath. Cycle beside wild ponies and Bactrian camels. And be asked for tea, quite by chance, in an Olympic medal-winner's ger. 

We thought we would put together a blog of our trip.

If you have any questions or comments, please let us know:

James and Alex.