Central Mongolia, Day Five
The three of us are officially sick of yak meat and I don’t care if I ever touch milk tea again. Since we didn’t hire a guide we eat like the locals who follow a tried and true rotation of rice with meat, noodles with meat, and buuz (meat filled dumplings). There is a squat toilet next to camp with the most beautiful view of the lake, but thanks to our diet of fatty meat we’re not enjoying the view as often as we would like. It’s always nice how quickly strangers make friends when put in 24 hour contact for a week in a foreign situation. It doesn’t take long eating this food for the jokes to turn to the bathroom variety. We are lucky to have found each other and it’s random how the trip finally came together.
Six days ago Danielle and I were on a search for other travelers to make our trip more affordable. Since our guesthouse wasn’t sending out a trip we started searching other Ulaan Baatar guesthouses for solo travelers to join us. We had no luck at Lonely Planet’s hotspot, the UB guesthouse, but Danielle managed to forget her new camel hair hat on the common room sofa. When she went back for it I told her to bring someone back for our trip and Winslow happened to be the guy sitting on her hat. It was fate.
On the way back Winslow and I hike up the neighboring ridge and enjoy the gorgeous view of the lake from the top.
Tags: Eurasia: Marco Polo-in' it, Mongolia
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