Dengue in Singapore in 2016

The number of dengue cases in Singapore this year fell from the relatively high numbers at the beginning of the year.

Good news--my kids are over there right now.

Wild horses of Mongolia

The nomadic life

Hustai National Park is south of Ulaanbaatar. There is a series of sand dunes just outside the park entrance, which acts as a first stop on most tours.

 

Within the park, we are back into the more common steppe, covered by long grasses. The park is famous for its birch trees (from which it gets its name), and its population of Przewalski horses, which are the only type of horse which has never been domesticated, making them the only known truly wild horses.

This is the sort of place where they hang out. When we went there, summer had just ended, and the days were beginning to get cold. The horses had a preferred area of the park in the summer, but tended to roam elsewhere when the weather turned cold. The guides weren't sure which of the two places the horses would be. Suffice it to say they weren't where we went at first.

On the steppe there was no sound but the wind and the roaring of the deer. They were well over a kilometre away, but the sound is unforgettable. But there was no sign of any horses.

Somewhere in there is a red deer.

After waiting for some time amongst the natural bonsai of the steppe, we retreated to the visitor's centre for a traditional meal. Our guides conferred with other guides, but nobody had seen any wild horses over the past few days. They decided to have us wait until the last group in the park came out.

Success! They had seen them. The horses had gone to a spot quite close to where we had been waiting for them. So back into the vehicles and over to a spot where the stream was incised quite steeply into the steppe.

The horses move in family groupings, with normally one male and a few females and foals.

The second part of Terelj

Continuing through Terelj National Park . . .

Part of the experience on the tour was to visit one of the local families in their ger. Now, it's true, there is a certain level of artifice to the entire experience, but it was better than staying in the ger camp, which was entirely artificial.

The family had at least five children, and for some reason, there was an old school bus parked in their camp. (I was about to say 'on their property' - except they don't actually have "property" as we understand it).

So while we waited in the car for our guide to negotiate the terms of our visit, three of the children hid in the bus, popping out episodically to scream, "Hello!", after which they would hide in the bus again. I ducked below the window in the car for awhile, until my travelling companion told me they were looking for me.

After awhile, we were invited inside the ger. The father started up the fire in the stove in the middle of the tent, and then everyone went outside for a bit. From time to time, the younger sister would open the door, lean in and scream "Hello!" and then slam the door and run away. After about the third time, I crept over to the door so I was in the doorway when she opened the door. When she saw me, she ran away screaming.

There she is, the little rascal.

More children arrived on horseback. That's the older sister hiding behind her mother.

 

Some children in Mongolia are naturally blonde.

Assorted dairy made at the camp. Yoghurt at bottom, something like butter at middle (not quite churned enough to be butter, I think), and in the bowl, dried yoghurt. After making the yoghurt, they would spread it out on a surface until it dried. It was terrible. I highly recommend it.

Nomadic families tend to have herds--usually horses, cattle, yak, or sheep.

Eventually, we left to visit other sites at the park. As we drove off, the children chased us, shouting "Goodbye!" Our guide was impressed. "They really like you!"

Turtle Rock

Yellow

Not far away is the Aryabal Meditation Centre, an old Buddhist monastery about half-way up a hill

Rock paintings at the Meditation Centre.

You can spin the wheel of fortune, and get a number. Then you wander along the path looking for the aphorism that goes with your number.

Spinning prayer wheels is a common practice at the centre, but I'm not convinced people are really praying.

There were people praying inside. As in most Buddhist temples, there were central icons, and numerous arhats on the walls.

View from the monastery

Warming up

For another fight.

The trainer gets the two roosters worked up by letting them fight for a few seconds before stopping them.

Modern art in Zhengzhou

I am not a huge fan of modern art, as I mostly don't understand it. But, here was a brand new display in a brand new building in Zhengzhou, so let's go explore.

The display was in the twin of the above building. Interestingly, both buildings were not yet open to the public, as they weren't yet complete. There was construction detritus all over the floors, and only freight elevators were working. But they had displays at roughly nine-floor intervals (corresponding to the levels with the notches in the above picture--which are accessible outdoor patios, which I presume will have guardrails installed once open to the public). But maybe not--in China, you are expected to look after yourself to a large extent, and third-party liability is extremely limited.

 I'm not sure if the dirt and the pail are part of the exhibit or not. I'm leaning towards yes. I think it is meant as a reminder that all modern construction sites may potentially encounter cultural relics of the past. It is not uncommon to see construction workers wandering the streets near their workplace trying to hawk old pieces of porcelain or bronze.

 A couple of young women try their luck with the auto-decapitator.

Inside--a cityscape maybe?

Some exhibits moved. The motion of some was tied to motion detectors.

Chinese herbal medicine products on woofers, which would hum (vibrating the herbs) every so often.

I have no explanation for this.

A self-portrait. I don't know if the smashed mirror was part of the display or not.

 Viewers reacted favourably to the saliva-collection experiment.

My favourite was the liquid-metal pterodactyl. It flapped its wings to the chiming of a bell, but was hooked up to a motion detector which switched it off when anyone looked at it too closely.

My favourite display consisted of a couple of screens comparing China in the 1970s to the China of today. One screen showed typical scenes from modern-day China, while the other showed scenes from the early 1970s. Both showed analogous activities--for instance while you watched Chinese people exercising in their machine-equipped public parks in the present, you also saw old men in Mao suits practicing tai chi in the park.

Possibly art. Or maybe spilled insulation.