Upon arriving at Hemu Village, we were immediately struck by the overwhelming number of people. The village felt crowded and overly commercialized, with rows of newly built guesthouses and lodges clearly catering to the influx of tourists. What was once a quiet, remote settlement now seemed transformed into a bustling tourist hotspot, its rustic charm partially obscured by modern development.
We learned that Hemu Village is home to the Tuva people - a small, distinctive ethnic group believed to be descendants of ancient Siberian nomads. Closely related to the Tuvans of southern Russia, the Tuva share cultural and linguistic ties with other Turkic-Mongolic peoples of Central Asia. Over the centuries, some Tuva groups migrated south into Mongolia and northern Xinjiang. It is believed that their ancestors arrived in the Hemu and Kanas region several hundred years ago - possibly during the Qing Dynasty or earlier - drawn by the promise of rich pastureland, isolation, and access to abundant hunting and fishing grounds. The Hemu River valley, with its remote location and fertile environment, proved an ideal refuge.
The Tuva language, a Turkic tongue, is still spoken among the elders, while younger generations increasingly use Mandarin. Traditionally, the Tuva were semi-nomadic herders who relied on their livestock - reindeer, sheep, and horses - for sustenance. Even today, horses remain deeply embedded in village life, used for transportation, herding, and ceremonial purposes.
Spiritual traditions here have endured as well. Shamanistic and animist beliefs persist, often interwoven with Tibetan Buddhist practices - reflecting the region’s long-standing role as a cultural and spiritual crossroads between Central Asia, Siberia, and Tibet.
At the summit, the view was breathtaking. To the west, the snow-dusted peaks of the Altai Mountains loomed in silence. To the south, the Hemu River wound its way gently through the valley. Below, the rooftops of the Tuva homes and the open pastures stretched as far as the eye could see. It felt as if time itself had paused to let us admire this untouched corner of the world.
We lingered for a long while on the deck, breathing in the crisp mountain air and letting the peacefulness of the moment sink in. It’s no wonder this place has remained sacred to the local Tuvans for generations.
Standing there, high above the valley, I felt grateful that such a place - and such a people - still exist in today’s fast-changing world.
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At the signboard - translated to English - "Tribe in the Clouds". |
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Rear view of Lanting Holiday Hotel. |
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