- Encounters with locals
- Nature Reserve / Wildlife Observation / Safari
- Hiking / Trekking
White Lake is located in a volcanic region, which gives it a very particular character and feel. I particularly enjoyed how peaceful the place was; and as it's a good site for camping, I ended up staying for several days. The are is very wild and untamed and lies surrounded by mountain peaks from where, if you're prepared to put in a bit of effort to get there, you can see the valleys and mountains extending into the distance beyond.
I really do recommend going to see the views at these vantage points as they count amongst the places at which you can get a real sense of just how empty, open and expansive this country is. Though there are a few yurts placed at the edge of the lake to take advantage of the presence of the water, you get the impression that the vast immensity beyond is empty of people.
A good place to visit to the east of the lake is the Khorgo volcano. You'll notice numerous stone cairns close by it. These were placed there by people in homage to the extinct volcano.
Close to the shops at the entrance to the village, you'll find some unusual volcanic formations. You'll find groups of tourists camped around the lake, but there are, nonetheless, some stunning spots where you can pitch a tent... I didn't manage to get a fishing permit, but the local Mongolians welcomed me with open arms and told me not to let that bother me. It was here that I caught my first pike!
It was a sunny day, so I spent the morning fishing along the lake and then, as with most days, later got caught in a violent thunderstorm!! Growling thunder and lightening bolts turned the lake into a stormy sea. My habitual hidey-holes were the big Ovoo that overlooks the lake or taking shelter in nearby Mongolian houses. And then, as ever, the sun suddenly broke through the clouds...
I met some lovely people, filled my tummy with wild rhubarb that's often used in Mongolian cakes, watched pike swimming around the crystal waters with a young fisherman, climbed hills carpeted with multi-coloured flowers to admire the view and felt my hackles rise at the sound of wolves howling as I settled down for the night...