In 1993, we took a Mongolian dog named Banhar on the “Badarchin-93” trip from Mongolia to America. We were the interpreter Mr. I. Dendev, my student L. Natsagnyam, and I was the team leader. We traveled through Siberia, Yakut, Chukotka and Alaska for about a year and reached America.
Due to necessity, Mongolian Bankhara was left with his family in Anadyr, Chukotka. A year after the trip, I flew to Chukotka to pick up my dog. While flying over the great taiga of Siberia, I worried that my Banhar was still there. My Banhar was a big dog with a white heart and red dirty body.
This ferocious dog became docile like a sheep during the journey, but his beastly nature was sure to show when needed. When he was traveling, he was a good watchman in the darkness of the taiga at night. The barking of the banhar was interrupted by the howling of the coyote, as it could be heard in the distance.
It seems that beasts can sense the strength of other animals by their voices. The three of us will understand it all well. I’m tired, so I’m going to look for a dry place to camp.
A few times when we were attacked by a bear, we were lucky enough to be attacked by a bear. Passing through a small Yakut village, Banhar starts a case. There will be a lot of howling from the family’s yard and across the fence from several dogs. In the end, we changed tactics after being scolded in the third. While walking through the village, Banhar wags his tail and taunts him when he is attacked by many dogs. Where did the other terrible Banhar go? If you go in this way, the other dogs will become more angry. As soon as they leave the village, they leave the other dogs as if they were shoveling with one shovel.
Banhar was very tired when the deceived “comrades” went back to their village and crossed the border of Yakut and Magadan to enter Chukotka. But the Mongolian dog’s patience was amazing. A Mongolian dog is very different from a dog that eats ready-made canned food and sleeps on a ready-made divan. This dog, which eats large bones like sugar, goes without food for days, sleeps only in cold rain and snow, was a Mongolian dog. When I land in Anadyr, Chukotka, the yellow autumn sun and a gentle wind blow from the Hunting Sea.
Anxiously, he knocked on Protaswich’s door. But it was Banhar who came running like a bear. He kept on eating fish and even got fat and became like a little bear. When they saw me, they started crying. I was crying in the language of a dog. How pitifully his eyes looked at me. I felt like don’t leave me again. Banhar had become a monstrous beast that was the talk of Anadyr city. There were so many stories about the sea horse being attacked.
How nice it was to hold your dog’s warm ears. Banhar was not taking a step away from me. When I woke up in the morning, he was resting on my leg and was sleeping. I took my dog and flew from Anadyr to Erkhud. Erkhud had to fly to Ulaanbaatar the next day after spending the night. First, I entered the Mongolian Consulate in Erkhuj. The consul himself came out and patted Banhar, congratulated him on bringing him from Chukotka, and took a picture with him. Some Mongolian youths there invited Banhar and I to dinner and took us out.
We went on and arrived at the market of Irkutsk. Mongolians, who were doing business with us, continued to come out and a large crowd gathered. Our traders gave Banhar fried ribs and plov. At this time, some young Russians came to us with a dog and pointed to Banhar and said, “Let’s fight with our dogs.” I was horrified when I saw that it was barely a fighting dog with a big mouth and a muscular square body tied with a thick chain. This dog meant for fighting is dangerous, so when I thought it would be better to stop, the Mongols who were there shouted “dawai, dawai” and instigated the fight.
Seeing so many Mongolian and Russian people, he understood that I had no other way, so he undid Banhar’s collar and put it on him. The fighting dog swooped in and quickly bit Banhar several times here and there. Apparently, Banhar did not think so. When the other dog attacked again, he knocked him down until he hit him with his chest, and then pressed him to the ground with his powerful paws, and shook his glass neck choke, and the ugly sound of a fighting dog was heard howling and howling. When I asked the Russians to “separate me”, some Mongolian youths shouted “go on, let’s continue”.
