Well, more just dancing trees. I went into the woods today to the west of Ulaanbaatar, out in the countryside. My favourite Mongolian family took me for a drive again (we had done this the week before but in another direction). Where we ended up today was in a pine forest on the side of a hill with a large rock formation in it – Dhugan something or other. Hopefully one of my friends will see this and give me the full name. Added Later: They did, the place was Dugan Khad – trees, hills and some really pretty rocks. So, after eating salami and cheese on black bread, washed down with a Mongolian Mutton Soup and warm beer, I lay on my back to watch the trees move in the wind. With your head near the trunks it is wonderful watching them sway to the breeze.
“The trees are dancing”, I told my Mongolian hosts. “See – she is swirling her hips trying to attract him”. I then noted that “He is not a good dancer though. Look at how stiff his movement is … and there, next to him, his girlfriend – she is jealous and her branches are locked to him and trying to hold him back!”
It was at that point that I passed a memory for my old mate Bob, I could see him laying and watching the trees dance. Try it sometime, watch the trees dance in the wind.