Memory by Matt Mayer
Morning of day 2, we enter Mongolia. Awake to an amazing view. Outside the Gobi Desert stretches into the distance. Unlike China there is no sign of human habitation, just mile after mile of sand. I spy some camels in the distance. At 11:30, it’s only two hours to go until Ulan Bator, so the Mongolians have begun the epic task of packing away their vast stock of alcohol. This was cunningly stashed away all over the carriage when we went through customs last night. A 2-litre of whisky appears from beneath Aunty Mongolian's voluminous skirts. "Her morning drink" jokes Young Mongolian. I think she was joking.
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