Our first viewing of Mongolian camels came at the semi-desert — an area west of Ulaan Bator that had a strip of sand dunes in the middle of otherwise green hills. Supposedly, this strip of desert moves constantly as the wind blows the sand across the country.
This old man, the one that didn’t think Pat was quite manly enough, led us around on his tiny Mongolian horse, singing sporadically… and laughing at me not wanting to get snotted on by the camel behind me.
Is there anything like riding a smelly camel in the middle of nowhere Mongolia as your old man guide sings to you, or just makes weird sucking faces at you while pointing at your camel’s hump. Yes, that did happen, and yes, I am still confused.
But not as confused as when we ended our ride and all the camels started to pee in unison, for several minutes, and the old man took it upon himself to pee right there, in front of us, with them, too.
Mongolia, you didn’t fail to deliver that’s for sure.