That night Ryan had a call for a medical evacuation (medevac) at 2 am, and left for the airport at 5 am. I was crushed I missed the two text messages he sent me at 5 and 6 am. Instead, I went to church with Amanda (Ryan’s wife) and the kids. On the walk there, Ryan called and said there might be a second medevac. By the time church was over, Ryan was coming to get me for the second one – a stroke victim. It would be an overnight stay, because it was a 2.5 hour flight there and we didn't have time to get back. I had literally 5 minutes to pack and be out the door.
The scenery was beautiful – vast, vast endless landscapes of rolling green hills, flat plains, and not so high mountains. The main sign of life throughout was simply dirt tracks crisscrossing everywhere as if people just made their own tracks and no two people followed the same ones. There were very few towns in the whole 2.5 hours. The feeling of isolation is intense.
The town was called Tosotsengal – small and remote. Ryan said it was the coldest place in Mongolia - it can get down to -60 Celsius . Some of the hotels we tried were fully booked because of a festival in town. We ended up staying with an expat family, only one of two non-Mongolian families in town. They've lived there for 20 years. Nice little home, but no toilet or running water in the house. They have electricity and the house is rigged like most, with water pipes and radiators that are heated by a wood-burning stove. During the long winter the stove must run 24/7 or else the pipes will freeze. I found the whole thing fascinating.
A couple of facts:
- There are only about 25 Christians of about 7000 in Tosotsengal .
- I tasted Yak cream, which is thick like clotted cream. So yummy!
