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About Doiggus Khan

Tom Doig is a writer, performer, editor and moron. Tom has been published in The Big Issue, Maxim and Voiceworks. His plays include "Survival of the Prettiest", "Hitlerhoff" and "Selling Ice to the Remains of the Eskimos". He has an MA in Hitler Comedy and is currently writing a PhD about climate change. "Mörön to Mörön: two men, two bikes, one Mongolian misadventure" is Tom's first book.

Our Rest Day …

… begins at the Crack of 8am, when industrial jackhammers open up on the construction site located conveniently next to our window. I throw my shoes at the workers to shut them up, but they just throw them back, so … Continue reading

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Day Sixteen – Selenge to Erdenet, via Hell

In the morning, there is another pontoon, but this one is full of smiling Mongols, who I realise later are doing a bit of Mongolian-style Candid Camera, sans camera. A cheeky carnie dwarf tugs my arm, points to a chunky … Continue reading

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Day Fifteen – we ride a long way on our bicycles, again

We ride down to a bridge, perhaps 15ks, and the bridge isn’t there. It was washed away some time after our 2003 map was printed. Meet some Russian 4-wheel-drivers, who suggest we follow them 20ks over a pass to where … Continue reading

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Day Fourteen – midsummer hailstone flashflood

After our third Naadam, this time in Khutag Ondor (get in, get mutton pancakes, get out), we head east and slightly north, aiming for the Eegin Gol – the river that thwarted us back in Snag-gulp Eewr. South of the … Continue reading

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Day Thirteen – Tarialan, etc

gosh it’s all a bit of a blur, and this shonky erdenet Cafe in Internet is going to close in 40 minutes … what to say, what to say … Tarialan main street. At the top of a gruelling pass … Continue reading

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Day Twelve – Erden Bulgan to yet another lush meadow

Awake in a sea of cold silvery mist, kind of in shock. Drag myself from the tent to take a photo of it, want to set up the time-lapse cam but fall back to sleep. When I wake up again … Continue reading

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Day Eleven – Tiger Mountain

Again with the mist in the morning, an unnatural silver glow and no sign of the meadow we passed out in. The eastern horizon looks like it’s glowing, like the ground is full of scenic uranium. Doxycycline sickness on the … Continue reading

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Day Ten – Chandman Ondor to god-knows-where and god-knows-how-to-pronounce-it

We leave Tsagaan Uur – which is pronounced, um … “sahur eewr”? – stocked up with chocolate bars and instant noodles and emergency meat, and plunge promptly into an impossibly dense forest. he sign on the edge of the forest, … Continue reading

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Day Nine – Khosvgl Nuur to Chandman Ondor

Awake 5am, surrounded by mist oozing off the lake. Too much to take in, go back to sleep. Delightful scenic ride through wildflower meadows and jaunty pine forests. Brief chat with German in SUV who tells us of a high … Continue reading

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Day Eight – Khatgal to Khosvgol Nuur

Swim in incredible clear freezing glorious lake, sleep in a paddock, have a nice time.

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