That's why I find it baffling that there are places that women can't visit here. Not like a proper gentleman's club, but shamanist or Buddhist sites where they are not supposed to walk.
I've mentioned this before, but I'm not the fastest hiker; I prefer stopping to smell the roses (or shoot the pictures) to racing up stupid hills. This is good, considering I am also not the most graceful person in the world and my family might be more than a little put off if I fell off the side of a mountain. Unfortunately this meant that I was about 20 meters short of the top when some mean old Mongolian fart told Engrish (in perfect English - good for you, asshole) that we were not allowed up there. He actually shooed us away. And so now I was pissed. It's possible that I mouthed off as we started trekking down the hill, about how we didn't need his stinking mountain and that I hoped he fell off the south side into China, f*ck you very much (I didn't realize he spoke English or it's possible I wouldn't have spoken quite so loudly. Thankfully he never would have heard me over the wind, anyways). Everyone we spoke to afterwards said that women were allowed on Shiliin Bogd, and that jackass was the only thing keeping us from checking out the view of China 3k away on the other side (it probably wasn't much of a view, but we didn't get the chance to find out). It wasn't a wasted trip - it was still interesting to see the volcanic craters - but I would have been happy to stay at the nearby tourist camp and go up the next morning instead (for some reason, Enkhaa changed our plan when we got back down). Engrish and I decided (in our first of many business plans for this trip) to come back and build our own tourist camp. On another crater. With the prettiest ovoo in Mongolia. And only allow women to come. And since there are so many volcanic craters we should be able to tap a hot spring SOMEWHERE, and that would definitely leave our guests feeling refreshed.