Khoomei????????????????

 It's currently 1:25pm over here in Mongolia and I'm just typing this up on my laptop whilst trying to eat my lunch. Hopefully I won't spill something all over my laptop but I can imagine myself doing that because I'm so clumsy however I'll try to be careful. I haven't been able to update on what I've done so far in this beautiful country so I'll do it now. :)


 Since I've arrived in Mongolia I've been trying to emmerse myself as much as possible into their culture which vareid so much from my own. I accomplished this by buying myself some of the clothes that the m ongolians wear over here. A lovely local who I'm currently staying with has offered to tailor me some 'deel' which is the traditional clothing worn by women. It is absolutely gorgeous and will be one of the most cherished sourviners i'll bring back from this trip.

My one looks a lot like this one however it has colours such as dark blue.

I also spent the evening with a lot of locals. It was enjoyable and had such a welcoming atmosphere. The bright orange embers from the fire were bursting out into the evening sky then slowly dying out. I was seated on a small log wrapped warmly and snugly in a blanket which protected me from the chilly breeze. Except from a few songs from birds and the crackling of the fire there was an amost eerie silence. The light from the sky slowly dimmed as the sun started it's descent downwards leaving swirls and small explosives of colour in the sky. A few diamonds twinkled in the parts where the sun's rays have abandoned it. The bright feiry ball had left an enchanting blue with a majestic white pearl where it was once placed in the sky.

I felt myself nodding off when I heard someone's strange almost hypnotising vocals. It sounded like music yet it was not. I felt my eyelids driftly close to the soft lullaby of the stranger's stunning voice.


I later found out it was someone singing koomei which is throat singing. :D Mongolia has been amazing and it'll break my heart to leave However I cant wait for my next stop. Bye, my dear bloggers.

-Suad.