On the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, they say that a man without a horse is like a bird without wings. Ever since the time of Genghis Khan, the founder of the Mongol Empire, Mongolians have been renowned for their horsemanship. However, the traditional bond between Mongolians and their horses is under threat. The reality today is that the younger generations have more pressing concerns than keeping their traditions alive. Young Mongolians are attracted by the city life, where they have the opportunity to obtain higher education and good paying jobs. 

But there are those who are determined to keep the grassland traditions alive. One of them is Mao Haoer, who has spent his life herding livestock. Now in his 80s, he remembers being sent out to tend his family’s herd, almost as soon as he could walk. For him, the possibility of the traditional way of life disappearing is a source of great sadness. 

Still, in Inner Mongolia, horse racing remains a regular activity. With Mao's practiced eye, he selects a fine horse to compete. Then he begins the search for a youngster he can train to ride it. 

The man he chooses is Ba Yar, a 30-year-old who not only is a talented rider, but also shares his passion for saving the unique grassland culture.

The two men have known each other for many years. “I learned from Mao how to raise horses and pick them and so on when I was young,” Ba Yar says. “We’ve got fewer and fewer thoroughbred Mongolian horses nowadays, and our unique culture is fading. I’m trying to revitalize that culture through horse racing. I’ve got over ten years of experience in riding horses. That’s why the old guy asked me to ride for him.” 

Nao Rinima, Mao’s wife, has more practical concerns.  She’s worried about the weather. The grassland is suffering from a drought, which is posing a severe threat to their livelihood. 

“It’s so dry here, the crops aren’t growing well,” she says. “Especially on the pasture, the effects of the drought are really serious.”

Come race day the heavens open, and the drought is over. But the rain means the grass is slippery. Still, the horsemen are determined that the race – and their tradition – must go on.