A Concert on Olkhon Island

The next morning we woke on the train to find we were already at the border with Russia. This border crossing took ten┬álong and dull hours, during which time we barely moved. We spent the day reading, sleeping, drinking lemon tea, playing backgammon and cards, and trying to chat to our travelling companions, one of…

In Which I Almost Fall Off a Horse and Lose Chris

Our last couple of days in Mongolia were by far our most eventful. After passing a fairly noisy night by the river, trying to the sleep to a chorus of sheep, goats, rain, barking dogs and whining mosquitoes, we saddled up the horses again and set off. Our first challenge was to get across the…

Where Was I?

Oh yes. Mongolia. Summer 2012. Given that a certain amount of time has passed since my last efforts on this blog I will ease myself back into things by copying from the notebook I kept during the trip. 13/07/12 – Day 23 I’m sitting at the table in an idyllic camping spot by a slow,…