Women Power in Central Mongolia

June 28, 2026 — The Mongolian Airlines direct flight to Ulaanbaatar

Since there is no direct flight from France, we depart from Frankfurt, Germany. Round-trip airfare from Frankfurt is included in the package. Flight dates cannot be changed. Departure from Frankfurt is at 2:30 PM on June 28, 2026, and the return flight lands at 1:10 PM on July 13, 2026. We recommend allowing sufficient time for the Frankfurt connection — it is a busy airport.

As Europe shrinks beneath the wings of the plane, let go of what you are leaving behind. The journey has begun.

June 29, 2026 — The steppe from day one

Landing in Ulaanbaatar. Our Mongolian team waits at the gate with that warm, unmistakable smile. No time wasted in the city — the real Mongolia is calling, and we answer immediately. The 4×4s head west. Tracks replace asphalt. Steppe replaces buildings. Free horses cross the horizon — here, Mongolians honor the freedom of animals. Isolated yurts appear and vanish into the immensity. Slowly, something in the body settles. Shoulders drop. The belly softens. This country has a rare gift — it simplifies everything, effortlessly.

By late afternoon, the sacred Khugnu Khan mountains rise before us. We settle into our yurts, share our first dinner together, and the Mongolian night — free of light pollution, scattered with stars unlike anywhere else on Earth — lays its hand on the group.

First night in a yurt at the foot of Khugnu Khan. Tonight, the Full Moon reaches its peak. This is one of the most important ceremonies of the journey. We retreat into the mountain to perform our ritual, guided by Chonos Chogostkhaan, who will preside over the sacred rite that opens the gateway to Mongolia for you. At 1:56 AM, the Moon reaches plenitude in Capricorn — the Strawberry Full Moon, a Micro Moon whose energy turns inward, toward depth, toward what is being built in silence. The Cancer–Capricorn axis of this lunation, beneath the powerful Khugnu Khan mountain, is an extraordinary energetic activator. The lunar ritual unfolds in eight stages with ancestral invocation.

June 30, 2026 — At the foot of Khugnu Khan

Khugnu Khan · Meditation · Sacred Ceremony. In the morning, the Khugnu Khan monastery welcomes us in its silence. Among rocks carved by centuries and the rustling larches, we walk slowly, breathe, and let the austere beauty of this place do its work. A guided meditation in this spiritually charged space gently opens the day. In the afternoon, a peaceful hike in the mountains — eyes wide open, the rhythm of walking grounding the body, anchoring you in the earth, in the moment. And then comes the evening. This particular evening.

Around the fire, in circle, our shamaness takes the drum. The sound enters the chest before reaching the ears. The vibrations descend into the belly, into the pelvis, into that center of life and creation that women carry within them — and that they have so often learned to forget. In Mongolia, the female shaman has been keeper of feminine cycles and mysteries for millennia. Tonight, beneath a sky only Mongolia can offer, the ceremony meets you where you are and sets you somewhere else. Each woman places an intention — not a wish, a decision.

The Moon hears. The land of Khugnu Khan hears. And perhaps, for the first time in a long time, you hear yourself too. Night in a yurt · Khugnu Khan.

July 1, 2026 — The stones that remember | Khugnu Khan → Karakorum

The road to Karakorum crosses landscapes that command silence — not from sadness, but from grandeur. When you are small in the face of such infinite space, you stop trying to be the center of everything. It is liberating.

Karakorum. The ancient capital of the Mongol Empire, where Genghis Khan built the most vast empire history has ever known. As in many nomadic societies, women held a naturally important place. Regents who ruled for years and knew how to guide men. Shamanesses who counseled the khans. Warriors whose names cross centuries. At Erdene Zuu Monastery, the oldest in Mongolia, the imposing white walls punctuated with stupas hold a memory the body senses before the mind understands. We grow quiet. We look. We are nourished. In the afternoon: the local market, museum, encounters with locals — curious, generous, proud of their land in a way that quietly questions our own relationship to our roots.

Night in a yurt · Karakorum.

July 2, 2026 — The water that releases | Karakorum → Tsenkheriin Rashaan Hot Springs

Three hours of dirt road across the steppes, and the valley opens onto a secret few travelers know — the Tsenkheriin Rashaan hot springs. Water rising from the earth at 162°F (72°C), rich in sulfur and sodium, reputed for generations to heal joints, skin, and circulation. This water, guarded by a Goddess, comes from the womb of the earth. And something old dissolves — a tension in the hips, a guard in the belly, a fatigue accumulated in the pelvis that you carried without even knowing. Hot water does what words don’t always do: it reaches what is locked and softens it, without forcing, without asking anything in return.

You leave there lighter. Truly.

Night in a yurt with a nomadic family.

July 3, 2026 — What nomads transmit | Stay with nomads · Tuvkhni Mountains

The morning with nomadic families of Tsagaan Sum is a wordless lesson. These women milk the mares at dawn, make dried cheese, organize the yurt, raise children in fresh air and freedom. Their power is not claimed — it is lived. It is done. It is passed from generation to generation with an obviousness that touches you.

In the afternoon, a three-hour hike in the Tuvkhni Mountains. The climb is gentle, the larches accompany us, and at the top — perched like a prayer above the world — the Tuvkhni temple offers a view that answers questions you hadn’t yet formed. In the evening, a horhog dinner around the fire: lamb cooked with hot river stones, local vegetables. A recipe centuries old. One of the best meals of the journey.

Night in a yurt with the herders.

July 4, 5 & 6, 2026 — The heart of the journey | Orkhon Valley · Ceremonies · Women’s Circles · Horseback

These three days are the beating heart of Women Power, guided by Chonos Chogostkhaan, female shaman. The camp is set between the Orkhon River and rolling hills. Eagles circle high. The wind carries scents of grass and damp earth. Here, the schedule is not measured in minutes — we live by the rhythm of the steppe, by the rhythm of the nomads, by the rhythm of what is truly happening within us. Each morning, energy rises gently in crescendo with the sunrise. We place the voice, place the body, and let what wants to rise, rise — without judging it, without dressing it up. The shamanic ceremonies of these days work in depth: on the feminine lineage, on what has been transmitted — strengths and wounds alike — on what we choose to keep, and what we choose to return to the Mongolian earth.

The drum descends into the belly. Into that center of creation and power that women carry in their pelvis, and which too many of us have learned to lock away. Here, there is neither shame nor judgment. There is only the ancient strength of this sacred place, the presence of the shamaness, and the circle of women holding each one. Between ceremonies: horseback rides through the steppe — letting yourself be carried by these free animals is an initiation in itself — moments by the river, laughter, inhabited silences, conversations that go far. We laugh. We sometimes cry — tears that bring relief. We exist, fully, without performance.

Nights in tent or yurt · Orkhon Valley.

On the program over these 3 days:

• Energy structuring before any undertaking — a four-stage practice (half-day)
• Leadership and embodying your natural authority (half-day)
• Energizing your words, public speaking (half-day)
• Connecting to your feminine center, source of creativity (3 evenings)

July 7 & 8, 2026 — The lake and time reclaimed | Lake Ogii

Lake Ogii rises from the steppes like a surprise — its calm waters reflecting an endless sky, its shores inhabited by migratory birds and raptors gliding in slow circles above the water. Two days without ceremonies, without schedule. The body has worked, something has opened — it now needs time to integrate, to settle, to let it all sediment. We walk along the lake. We write in our journal. We talk to the woman beside us — the one we have come to know over the days, the one who reflects something of ourselves back to us. We look at the horizon and understand what it means to have space within.

Night in a yurt · Lake Ogii.

July 9, 2026 — The way back | Lake Ogii → Ulaanbaatar

The road back to Ulaanbaatar is long and beautiful. The steppes pass by one last time. We watch them differently than on the way out — with the gratitude of one who has received something great. The group is silent in the 4×4s. Not from sadness — from fullness. We return with this fullness — no longer a memory, but a new way of being. A warm dinner with the entire Mongolian team, in a yurt. We raise our glasses to what we did not yet know twelve days ago.

Night at the yurt camp · Ulaanbaatar.

July 10, 2026 — Naadam begins | Ulaanbaatar

Ulaanbaatar has dressed itself in its most beautiful embroidered deels. In the streets, the effervescence of Naadam rises — smiles, colors, collective fervor. We let ourselves be carried by this joy that belongs to no one but this people. Naadam officially opens tomorrow, but the atmosphere and the people’s enthusiasm are already alive. The Naadam program begins this very morning. Archery, shagai, encounters with locals in celebration. This people knows how to celebrate with a dignity and generosity that touch the heart.

Night at the yurt camp · Ulaanbaatar.

July 11, 2026 — Naadam · The great day | Khui Doloon Khudag · Ulaanbaatar

July 11, Mongolia’s national holiday. We leave early for the Khui Doloon Khudag valley to attend the Naadam horse races — young riders in embroidered traditional dress, horses galloping over kilometers of steppe, the crowd holding its breath. This animal power in infinite space resonates in the body in a way you didn’t expect. In the evening at the central stadium of Ulaanbaatar: the official opening of Naadam, Mongolian songs and dances, the entire soul of a people remembering who they are. Festive dinner in the city to close this exceptional day.

Night at the yurt camp · Ulaanbaatar.

July 12, 2026 — The day that belongs to you | Ulaanbaatar

Free. Completely. The Narantuul market for last treasures — soft cashmere, silver jewelry, colored felts that still smell of the steppe. Or stay at the camp, sit, do nothing, let the journey land within you before boarding the plane.

The choice belongs to you. From the very beginning, it always did. It’s just that now, you know it differently.

July 13, 2026 — We return. Whole. | Ulaanbaatar → Frankfurt

The driver arrives early, in the still-cool night. We load the bags. We look at each other — these women we did not know sixteen days ago and whom we can no longer imagine not having met. The flight takes off. Frankfurt approaches.

You return to your life — your work, your children, your habits, your responsibilities. All of it waits for you, just as before. But you — you are no longer quite the same. Something has settled into place within you. A warmth in the belly. A grounding in the pelvis. A clarity in your decisions.

Mongolia does not let go easily. That is why we always come back.