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Category Archives: Travel
Day Twenty-three – UB to Terelj
The morning starts “early” (7am), with breakfast toast that the well-meaning, long-suffering LG Guesthouse girl prepared for us the night before, and left in a plastic bag outside our door. While Tama does some IT work on his iPhone, I … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
Day Seven – Naadam
We have missed the first day of the Naadam festival, which included the preliminary rounds of Böhk – where anyone can compete, and seven-year-olds wrestle burly champions. That could’ve been me and Tama, should’ve been me and Tama, and our … Continue reading
Day Six – Moron to Khatgal
(Or, Doig and Pugs Versus Wild) A few photos from our camp site just out of Moron (the night before). (95kms of crazed cycling goes here) Over-friendly peasant at grocery store – tries to get us to have a few … Continue reading
Day Four (cont.) – worst bus ride of my life
We rock up to the Dragon Centre Bus Station nearly two hours before the bus is scheduled to leave, with our patched-up bike boxes and our three disintegrating canvas bags. Doesn’t take too long to find the bus to Xobcron, … Continue reading