Ulaan Baatar

This morning we worked on the car in the hotel carpark with Andy and Ian. Suzy greased all the nipples. We cleaned out the ball joint but realised the ball joints on steering arm were stiff too so changed the whole thing. Philip Woodhouse had kindly given us the name of a sugar friend who we contacted, a charming man called Temuujin who showed us the city and the cashmere factory shop,and took us to a delicious local restaurant. we then had an amazing experience seeing traditional Mongolian dancers and a contortionist! Off to the desert again tomorrow so blogging might be difficult...