That Couchsurfer named Begzsuren lives in a traditional Mongolian house with his family of six. It was to be our accommodation for a couple of nights.
We hugged her farewell and followed Begz's trail that led us deeper into the ger district.
The air smelt of freshly cut grass and sheep dung. The view of the cramped neighborhood, though far from breathtaking, was a refreshing sight compared to Ulaanbaatar's concrete jungle. We passed a few private backyards before we got to Begz's ger, thankfully without being chased by unleashed dogs. And prior to stepping in, we were asked to wash our hands at the makeshift sink just outside the door — a routine we followed during our two-day stay.
On our second evening in their home, the son played the morin khuur (Mongolian bowed string instrument) for us and the girls performed a traditional dance called biyelgee... And the uhm, non-traditional Jai Ho (song/video conveniently downloaded cause yes, they got WiFi at home).
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