I’m Leaving on a Fast Plane
When Sarah Marquis, in her book, “Wild by Nature,” walked through Mongolia, she was harassed by men on horseback, and sometimes one of the men would urinate next to her, as if he were marking his territory. I never understood why, it was never explained in her book. The women were also not friendly, which made it impossible to get to know any of them. So, I thought maybe this book by Erika Warmbrunn would provide an answer; it did not. What I received instead, was a great read, a different perspective.
Erika road her bicycle through Mongolia in 1994, and the people were wonderful to her, the men did not harass her, and none of them urinated next to her; they were all respectful. I can only come to one conclusion: she had not gone through the same villages as Sarah had. Even in America, where I live, we have friendly and unfriendly cities and towns, and they are not just unfriendly to foreigners; they are also unfriendly to all outsiders, Americans included. So maybe when some Mongolian men urinated next to Sarah, it was not to mark his territory.
I loved Erika’s book, and this time I even loved the Mongolian people. Their culture seemed ideal in some ways. They shared everything. It was somewhat communal for even slept in the same room, which include all of their relatives. I would want more privacy. Other families have their own homes, but anyone could just walk into each other’s homes without knocking, even stay awhile, spend the night and have a meal. Erika was always hinting to get invited to spend the night, but she knew that she did not have to even hint; it was the American way to ask. What she did was ask if there were any hotels nearby.
What they really lacked was good food. Erika said that she loved the food, the mutton stew, the yak’s milk, fermented and unfermented. There was little variety in the villages. The mutton stew would keep me from booking a flight to Mongolia. I do not eat lamb, and the only ingredient that Erika mentioned being in this stew was onions. They may have added yak’s milk to it. They just did not have many spices. I looked up a recipe for mutton stew, and it was filled with spices, nothing like what she had eaten. Nor would I have liked yak’s milk, but I am not certain. I learned from living here that I love fresh goat’s milk, except during the season when they are eating wildflowers that grow in the wild grasses in the fields, so maybe it is the same with yak’s milk. Anyway, I wanted to give you all a recipe for mutton stew as prepared in the villages, but I could not find one. I could tell you how to make yak’s milk, but I think everyone knows how, even if they do not know how to milk a yak. And I can not teach you since I do not even know how to milk a cow.
Then Erika was offered a teaching job, so she stayed in one of the villages to teach English for a month before moving on to China and then Vietnam. She even taught the kids the song, “Leaving on a Jet Plane.” Little did she know that that song would have more meaning in China and Vietnam.
So, what about these two other countries? She loved the Chinese food, but the police were always asking her for her papers, and this did not take just a few minutes but often hours. It was obvious that this was ruining the trip for her, as she spent little time there and headed for Vietnam where the children would gather around her, mocking, hitting, and calling her names, which caused her to head into the country where it was quiet. It was then that she found the people to be more friendly, and the children kind and helpful. But not much went on in Vietnam either. Her strong point was Mongolia, and this made the book well worth reading. If you were to ask me which book was best, I could not tell you.