The second place we stayed at on the Kharkhorin trip was with this man and his wife in their ger at the edge of a lake. The man showed us the certificates and commendations he had had for the fresh and smoked fish he'd produced. He and his wife also have some livestock, but this is mainly for their own use.
We went with him out to the middle of this lake, where he first broke the ice that covered his two fishing holes, then checked the nets that were suspended between them. This took about an hour and a half altogether, and for most of the time he worked without gloves.
With an air temperature of about minus 35, and a good strong wind blowing across the ice, it was absolutely, utterly freezing ... After 20 mins I had to go and sit inside the jeep. There are no words to describe how tough these people are.
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