Mongolia – 2016 -The Horse Race

We went far out into the country side for a large and important event one day. It was a long horse race in a straight line from somewhere off in the far distance which then passed us at the finish line some ten miles from where the horses began.

The jockeys were young boys around nine or ten years of age. This was the big race, and it looked like the concert at Woodstock. There were people as far as one could see. Many more than you might see at a professional ball game or the horse races here. The people came in campers as well from far and wide. The crowd of cars and people stretched out as far as you could see.

There were concessions set up to sell any number of things and all types of folk singing and dancing on stages. It was like a county fair times one hundred.

There were large T.V. screens set up in front of the stands. A camera crew raced along next to the horses in a car and sent the live feed to the screens. As the race progressed, some of the riders were tossed from their mounts and were finished for the day.

The young boys wore helmets for a while, but eventually used them to urge their horses on faster, if you get my drift. Eventually the horses came into sight to our left at a great distance. First all we saw was a cloud of dust. Perhaps not unlike the one Custer saw on his last day of life. Then eventually a herd of horses could be seen, and then individual horses arrived and then raced past us separated by feet, yards, and then by minutes and then by several minutes.

Many of the horses were riderless. Perhaps there was a safety vehicle that picked up the jockies that were tossed off of their horses. I hope so.

The winner received a fine trophy and for the whole year he is honored for his feat. It was a beautiful day and quite an interesting site to see. This race is something that perhaps comes from their culture of horseman ship and bravery in battle. In our country this might be called child or animal abuse.

Remember, we live in unique country where we have plenty of food, money and time to ponder these issues. Most people are just working to survive in this world of ours, sadly.

In closing, I have to again ask you to go to Mongolia. You will not be dissappointed.