|Mongolian jockeys carry their tack after the race finishes. If any one of these three kids is over the age of 8|
I will eat my shoe (Photo courtesy of A.D.)
|One of the Dunjingarav jockeys poses with his friends and family (Photo courtesy of A.D.)|
|Fancy gentlemen inspect the spectator area at Dunjingarav. Aside from Tsagaan Sar I have never seen so many men dressed up in brilliantly-colored deel with so many accoutrements, like traditional hats or ornate riding tack (Photo courtesy of A.D.)|
Although I had a spot right along the edge of the race track, it was too crowded and jostling to take pictures as the riders neared and then crossed the finish line. These crowds weren't just other human spectators but people on horseback angling for a better view. We were unceremoniously bumped by horse rumps a number of times and we're just lucky that no one got kicked!
|Trying to protect ourselves from all the dust! Can you see the brown streaks on my face? I gave up and accepted the dust as the price of admission to the race (Photo courtesy of A.D.)|