You! Need Soap!
Yeah so I had been without a shower for a 5 days so maybe the cook in the road side Ger had a point but even so, I thought it was alittle ‘direct’.
I managed to scrounge a lift from the northern Gobi area of the Bayonhongor and was feeling pretty good after a nighmare cold. The guys who offered me a lift in their luxury 4WD (leather seats, sat nav etc etc) stopped off at a halfway house (Ger) 200km from Bayonhongor to Kharkorin.
These stopping points are basically a road side Ger or two and drivers can stop, rest and grab a bite to eat before pressing on with their journey.
“You! need soap!” I spun round and saw a man limping towards me with a massive metal bowl, steam pouring from the rim. Trying desperately to think of reasons I really don’t need a scrub down in public (and not coming up with many as I smelt about as good as the yak cheese I was eating at the time) I was relieved to find the bowl contained about 5 litres of soup, not soap! Since I last wrote I have been through all sorts.
I was in two minds to write from Tsetserleg, the small northern mountain town in the Arkhangai region in central Mongolia but I ran into a couple of mechanical problems from Kharkorin which really made me think Imay have to ditch the ride altogether after only two days riding.
Yeah so I had been without a shower for five days so maybe the cook at the road side Ger had a point, even so, I thought it was alittle ‘direct’.
I managed to scrounge a lift from the northern Gobi area of the Bayonhongor and was feeling pretty good after a nighmare cold. The guys who offered me a lift in their luxury 4WD (leather seats, sat nav etc etc) stopped off at a halfway house (Ger) 200km from Bayonhongor en route to Kharkorin.
These stopping points are basically a road side Ger or two and drivers can stop, rest and grab a bite to eat before pressing on with their journey.
“You! need soap!” I spun round and saw a man limping towards me with a massive metal bowl, steam pouring from the rim. Trying desperately to think of reasons I really don’t need a scrub down in public (and not coming up with many as I smelt about as good as the yak cheese I was eating at the time) I was relieved to find the bowl contained about 5 litres of soup, not soap!
I was in two minds to write from Tsetserleg, the small northern mountain town in the Arkhangai region of central Mongolia but I ran into a couple of mechanical problems from Kharkorin which really made me think Imay have to ditch the ride altogether after only two days riding.
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