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Finding Baagii
Was excited to find Mongolia's Baagii from “I Grew My Boobs in China” on FB after nearly 10 years. We were surprised and happy to learn that he lives in Sweden, only hours away from us here in Holland!! I think this calls for a small road trip in 2015 . After the incredible times we shared in Mongolia, it would be great to see him again after so long. http://sihpromatum.wordpress.com/phot...
BAAGII is Coming to Town
“Baagii is going to be here today?!?! This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard,” I told Mom as I tried to envision the absolutely two polar opposite lives of then and now merging.
Never in a million years would I guess we would be meeting Mongolia's Baagii here in Holland, of all places. Ten years ago I didn’t even know The Netherlands existed! Can't wait to know what he thinks of windmills.
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Never in a million years would I guess we would be meeting Mongolia's Baagii here in Holland, of all places. Ten years ago I didn’t even know The Netherlands existed! Can't wait to know what he thinks of windmills.
Follow updates at www.sihpromatum.com
Only 2 HOURS Left!!
We are picking up Baagii in just TWO hours! He will be landing in Amsterdam at the Schiphol Airport, his first time ever in Holland! I cannot wait to be HIS tour guide and translator for a change. I love how things work out. I remember how he took such great care of us during our time in Ulaanbaatar and on tour in the countryside. I cannot wait to return the favour. What adventures we had; Riding horses, bouncing through the countryside in jeeps, sleeping in gers, bowling in the capital and his daily visits after the tour to check up on us in our dirty hostel. And I quote a common accommodation scene, from Chapter 34 “I Grew My Boobs in China”. This was just after our two week trip in the countryside with Baagii.
“When I walked into the grungy hostel in Ulaanbaatar the second time, I welcomed the sight of the dark dorm room with its twenty unwashed beds. I was even excited by the tiny drizzle of a shower located down the unlit hallway in the back. It somehow didn’t seem so dreary anymore. I saw a half-naked brunette guy, probably in his early twenties, sweating in the bed that had once been mine. Ammon’s former bed was not occupied so he promptly reclaimed it. Nothing had changed; the place not only felt dirty, it was dirty. Even the air felt like the same stale air I’d breathed two weeks earlier. As I threw my daypack on a bed to claim it, I peeked at the guy sleeping in my old one and wondered who else had slept in this bed? Had he been fat? Hairy, perhaps? I wiped the sheets down, keeping an eye out for curly back hairs, in particular.
But despite the filth and wondering why we couldn’t afford a more luxurious hotel for $5 a night, it had a cozy, home-like effect on me. It was a familiar place, something I recognized, and I found myself craving that feeling more often lately.”
I feel as though sleeping in those conditions was an entire lifetime ago. There’s such a huge contrast of a typical night’s stay in Mongolia versus my home now. (this photo does not illustrate the filth I talk about in my quote) I sure do miss that authentic, rural living and all the fabulous designs and colors!
I will be sure to keep you posted during his stay here.
www.sihpromatum.com
“When I walked into the grungy hostel in Ulaanbaatar the second time, I welcomed the sight of the dark dorm room with its twenty unwashed beds. I was even excited by the tiny drizzle of a shower located down the unlit hallway in the back. It somehow didn’t seem so dreary anymore. I saw a half-naked brunette guy, probably in his early twenties, sweating in the bed that had once been mine. Ammon’s former bed was not occupied so he promptly reclaimed it. Nothing had changed; the place not only felt dirty, it was dirty. Even the air felt like the same stale air I’d breathed two weeks earlier. As I threw my daypack on a bed to claim it, I peeked at the guy sleeping in my old one and wondered who else had slept in this bed? Had he been fat? Hairy, perhaps? I wiped the sheets down, keeping an eye out for curly back hairs, in particular.
But despite the filth and wondering why we couldn’t afford a more luxurious hotel for $5 a night, it had a cozy, home-like effect on me. It was a familiar place, something I recognized, and I found myself craving that feeling more often lately.”
I feel as though sleeping in those conditions was an entire lifetime ago. There’s such a huge contrast of a typical night’s stay in Mongolia versus my home now. (this photo does not illustrate the filth I talk about in my quote) I sure do miss that authentic, rural living and all the fabulous designs and colors!
I will be sure to keep you posted during his stay here.
www.sihpromatum.com
Ask Baagii a Question
We've been having SUCH a great time reminiscing on Mongolian adventures with Baagii. Sure do miss Ammon, Bree and Future. One of these days we'll need to do a big reunion. I'm planning to do a written interview with Baagii, so if you have any questions you'd like to ask him, now is your chance!! I laughed so much at HIS side of Future's story and how/why he was actually chosen to be our "guide" to the Gobi Desert.
