Our propeller plane cruised noisily above Olgi, the strong winds making the landing a tricky one. It felt like being inside one of those toy planes, compared to the A380 jumbo jets. From my little window, I saw nothing but a large white blanket that stretched for miles, draping gently across mountain ranges and barely developed roads. A heavy mist that only comes to be in extreme cold hung in the air, and I shivered just thinking of stepping into it. Low houses with grey roofs peeked through the snow and the lack of people made Olgi seem like a ghost town.
Located in the western region of Mongolia, Olgi is where the famed eagle hunters call home, and we were there to spend 2 nights with them. For those 3 days, we would eat their food, experience their way of life and momentarily, see Mongolia through their eyes.