2am Bromance on the train
Written by admin on August 20th, 2008Mongolian judo, the backstreet Boys, and Olympic fever. You never know what to expect on the train.
Mongolian judo, the backstreet Boys, and Olympic fever. You never know what to expect on the train.
After a significant amount of metallic banging, dripping brake (?) fluid and a plenty of wine and we had new wheels.
If all else fails retreat to the 5 star bar.
Navigating the Gobi is an unfailing system of intuition, experience, and some occasional head scratching.
With a bucket full of mutton and a few jugs of airag I headed out for days two and three of the Naadam Games with my newly-adopted by a Mongolian family. I also discovered I have no dumpling-rolling skills whatsoever.