Surharban: Hitting the Mark!
The toxophilites had drawn together. Grapplers, gathered. Jockeys, jumbled. Every hair follicle on my fair head prickled as the sun beat us. Dorj, Yulia’s cousin, sat stoically in a black button up...
View ArticleThe Girl from Tunka Valley
Watching consecutive arrows dart across the sky and strike the bullseye, I must say, the young lady’s archery skills impressed. Her name is Soelma and I couldn’t help but notice the poised archeress in...
View ArticleFlower of the Steppe: Altargana
Walking toward the entrance of Nadaam stadium, the central stadium in Ulaanbaatar, I was unsure of what to expect. Stepping through, a sunlit, grassy field opened before my eyes. Milling about on the...
View ArticleThe Fuchsia Bow Master at Surharban!
This Buryat archer is kickin’ it old school with the braid. Surharban, Ulan-Ude circa 1924. This is probably the Fuchsia Bow Master’s Grandfather. (The photo was found here.) Surharban is here...
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