Here are some pictures from our new location. Our caretaker, Miga has two kids of his own but is currently looking after his nieces and nephews. I still have no clue which are his, except for the girl, Nomim, pictured here rolling out some dough. 

I'm happy to share that our caretakers family is using cow dung for fuel as opposed to coal. And in the background of the picture, an injured goat that's being cared for. 

Remember our goopy eye'd dog Baavgai? He finally got the surgery to help him keep his eye drained. He looks a bit funny with the Elizabethan collar and was acting a bit loopy from the sedatives but he's recovering quickly.

Last week Greg and Baagii traveled to the South Gobi to place more pups with nomadic families. This time the MBDP is working with WCS of Mongolia in an effort to help their sustainable cashmere program. Pictures and an update of the placement to come upon their return.

In the meantime, I have been moving the last of our supplies from the old facilities in Gaachurt to the new location. My first time disassembling a ger was more intricate then I had imagined and larger. I managed to fit everything but the floor and a few pieces of furniture into our Delica van...

Disassembled ger...

Almost all packed up...

Moving to green pasture...

After a second trip to collect the flooring, I spent a day with the dogs, organized the ger that's up already and begun leveling the ground for our second ger.

For roughly two weeks, our OEX and MBDP overland group travelled from the south gobi, up through Ick Bogd mountain to Khakhorum, then east to Khustai National Park and finishing of course in the capital, UlaanBaatar.

Along our way we met with MBDP host families, conducting interviews, weighing our bankhar, and administering dewormer.

Furthermore we kept our eyes out for suitable bankhar dogs to take DNA samples from. The further  from the city we travelled the more prevalent the bankhar were.

The story of our two week driving tour can be told much more thoroughly through the eyes of the writers and journalists who joined us. I will post links to their blogs and articles as they are published.

We were lucky enough to be joined by Jomarie Fecci who has written a small piece about our trip. And intends to have a article published in the future detailing parts of the expedition. Check out her  page here.

Once we returned to the city, we bid the OEX team and our group of travelers farewell. It was a fantastic group and sad to split up.

I stayed on in Mongolia to help Greg and Baagi with the Bankar dog project. I was soon thrown back into the chaos and riff raff of UB. Never a boring day here...

Sheared tranny gear means I get to spend the day hunting for a used replacement to get our Delica
rolling...

Transmission and engine rebuilds at the vehicle market...

Getting very confused looks as I do carpentry work in the hardware store...

Junkyard puppies...



Kazakh band at the Naran Tuul market...

I've returned to Mongolia for the summer and to start it off, the MBDP is joining Overland Experts for two weeks of overlanding throughout Mongolia.

A map of the projected route which starts off headed South to the Gobi where we will visit MBDP host families and finishes in Khustai park, another placement site.

The group included the founder of the MBDP, Bruce Elfstrom as well as the project manager, Douglas Lally, and media specialist Petra Elfstrom. Others included Erik Eisensmith of OEX and Oaklea Elfstrom who has been a part of the project from its start. Everyone remaining who joined us were travelers and adventurers who have a special interest in overlanding or the MBDP.

I was unable to join the group at the start of the trip and arrived a day late to Mongolia. This meant that by the time I had arrived in UB, the group was six hours south driving through Mendelgovi where they would be staying the night. I had to catch transportation from UB to the province capital Dalanzadgad in the South Gobi, passing the group along the way so I could meet them the following day.

Of course things did not go as planned. I had missed the government sanctioned bus with your very own reclining seat and seat belts to match. So after an hour or so of running frantically around the
city, making phone calls, looking for anyone who may be heading south. A friend called me back with news of a microbus headed to DZ. Taking this microbus meant cramming 12 people (plus a baby or two) and luggage into a space designed for 9 people. Eight hours later at 5am, muscles cramped and holding someone else's baby, I arrived in Dalanzadgad.

Luckily I had made friends and was invited for some food, a nap, a hot shower and vodka. Feeling rested, a little drunk and certain I was in Mongolia. I patiently awaited the arrival of the OEX caravan.