Central Mongolia, Day One
We meet at 9am and meet our driver Shaga, a 58 year old ex-truck driver who turned to the growing tourism industry five years ago. After a quick grocery run we’re off into the wide open expanse.
The area west of the capital consists of brown, dust-blown hills in the spring time. The asphalt road gradually deteriorates until Shaga gives up and veers off onto the bumpy valley floor. “Chinese built road good, Korean road, ah, so-so…Mongolian built road not so good.” If anybody knows, it’s Shaga. As we head west past the tiny village of Lun the landscape becomes more barren and flat. This is the northernmost reach of the Gobi, or the semi-Gobi as Ogie describes it.
Tags: Eurasia: Marco Polo-in' it, Mongolia
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