FINDING XANADU

Adventure, magic and freedom await in the land of the blue sky, Mongolia.

- BRANDON CHIA

As it turns out, Xanadu does exist, about 1,580 metres above sea level and a three-hour drive from Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. Sure, the voyage, literally, is a lengthy flight from most international airports, but the cerulean skies as far as the eye can see, rolling green hills covered in vibrant flowers and herds of horses galloping freely are well worth the trip.

Of course, it took time for a proud city-goer like myself to adjust to this picturesque reality at the annual Xanadu festival organised by the Genco Tour Bureau. This four-day escapade allows guests to live like Mongolian nomads from the 13th century, but with modern luxuries.

Standing atop a mountain and battling chilling wind speeds that would have me tumbling down if not for the oversized deel-a traditional tunic that comes in an array of colours and ornate embroidery-anchoring me and my resolve to find that one bar of cellular service, I asked myself: "What are you doing?" Disconnected from the world but feeling at peace, I stumbled into the car with the guide and rode back to the campsite, fully prepared to embrace this cultural experience that few get as it remains a by-invite-only event, at least for now.

Do as the Nomads do

When it comes to Mongolian iconography, the ger-modular and portable tents-instantly comes to mind. At the main camp, a dozen of these unique accommodations are scattered around the King Palace, a grand ger at least six metres tall, acting as a common area for guests to indulge in the extensive buffet spread of Mongolianfusion dishes and the open bar at any time of the day.

The King Palace is also a commune for wayward souls who could use a little rejuvenation. Daily sound baths and yoga classes, conducted by professionals, combine forces with the sonic landscape to guide the group into an introspective meditation to free the mind, body and soul.