We were sent off from UB Sukhbaatar (Parliament) Square with great fanfare by the mayor and a brass band. We hit the road and the road hit us with pot holes in the tar big enough to lose a car in but not big enough to give any warning. Only one time trial on a pretty straight but quite bumpy dirt road. Not difficult but some people did get lost. How? We had to overtake a hay lorry on the wrong side through the thick grass coming down a steep hill, but hey, it was nothing! Then a long straight tar road all the way to Kharkhorin where we queued for fuel for a mere hour then walked around the ruins of the oldest monastery in Mongolia. The Russians destroyed them all in the forties but they are trying to rebuild now. Beautifully windswept and eerie.
Then our turn to get lost finding the yurt!. We tried 4 before we finally found our rather amusingly quaint accommodation…1 room, four beds and a kiddie table and stools. Lucky us we are not sharing like others because we are ‘the girls’.
We were sent off from UB Sukhbaatar (Parliament) Square with great fanfare by the mayor and a brass band. We hit the road and the road hit us with pot holes in the tar big enough to lose a car in but not big enough to give any warning. Only one time trial on a pretty straight but quite bumpy dirt road. Not difficult but some people did get lost. How? We had to overtake a hay lorry on the wrong side through the thick grass coming down a steep hill, but hey, it was nothing! Then a long straight tar road all the way to Kharkhorin where we queued for fuel for a mere hour then walked around the ruins of the oldest monastery in Mongolia. The Russians destroyed them all in the forties but they are trying to rebuild now. Beautifully windswept and eerie.
Then our turn to get lost finding the yurt!. We tried 4 before we finally found our rather amusingly quaint accommodation…1 room, four beds and a kiddie table and stools. Lucky us we are not sharing like others because we are ‘the girls’.
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