The Faces of Mongolia


When there’s nothing around you. Nothing at all. But silence and nature. When there’s not even a breeze stirring. And you know, nobody could hear you. Then you start whispering. Although you wanna shout. For joy.

Sometimes your feet will carry you further than you thought. And sometimes they stand still, because they want.

There’s nothing better to fall asleep than a crackling fire. Or three little kitten, huddling up against you.

Vodka helps. In many situation. Even when there are wolves.

And sometimes a smile doesn’t show the true face of someone…

During my trip to Mongolia I’ve learned a lot. About the country, its people and about me. Mongolia is a fascinating country. Different. Wider. Diverse. On some days I thought we’re standing in the Grand Canyon. On other days it felt like walking through Scotland. And then again I was walking through the African steppe. But this all is Mongolia. The people here are proud and in the same time humble. Graceful. Hospitable. They would never leave a stranger out in the cold and will always share the few they have.

It’s a hard life for children. The cold, the loneliness, the poverty is not easy to deal with for many families. If the children go to school they are often away from their homes for many months each year. They are living with relatives in the cities or stay at boarding school. Some light into the darkness brings the nomads library, supported by Weltweitwandern. From place to place, from settlement to settlement, from yurt to yurt the library is travelling through whole Mongolia. Stays for some days at one place and then leaves again. Here children can find textbooks, nonfiction, comics and storybooks.

What fascinated me most about the Mongolian children, were their faces. Smiling in one second and filled with serious wisdom in the other. No single one ever smiled when I took their picture. Why should they disguise themselves for a picture? These are their faces, just like they are. Honest. Said our guide.

We are used to smile on pictures, to show our “best side”. And even smile when we don’t want to. Instead to allow to see the true, the real face of us.

These are the faces of the Mongolian children.

Thanks to Weltweitwandern for sending me on this amazing trip.

Hi, I'm Yvonne. Travel addict. Guilty as charged. Right now I'm probably falling off a camel somewhere in a desert, getting a new tattoo from a monk in Thailand or am carrying my luggage through a river in the jungle. But just as well I could be sitting on my sofa in Berlin, in my pyjamas. Good girls to to heaven, bad girls go everywhere. Everywhere sounds much more promising. So be travelous and follow me!

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  1. Beautiful captures. You are so right when you say the Mongolian people are hospitable and would never leave anyone out in the cold. We camped our way from the Western border to Ulaanbaatar and many nights, families would visit us and bring cheese and mares milk. Someone always came out to greet us, even though we couldn’t communicate with them, we shared some food and drink and enjoyed the moments.

    • Yvonne

      Thank you Deb! Btw did you like the mares milk?? I loved the cheese and the sweets and everything but mares milk, well not so much 😀

  2. wow! you write so nice! I felt like I went to the countryside, as I used to go to my grand parents every summer when I was teenager. ever since they past away I didn’t go to the countryside for longer than two weeks, I really miss what I was feeling, and where did we came from. , but I don’t feel it now. Nice photos, very friendly post, You are just like Marco Polo as Gayla said!

    • Yvonne

      Thanks Lesh! These pictures were made with my Canon 600D. Happy you like my photos and my videos 😀
      Stay travelous!

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