Maybe the complaints got to be too much, or maybe our guide didn't translate the feelings to her boss correctly. She turned to us after clicking off the phone, stating, "Ok, the tour is cancelled." To which I replied in a rage, "You're ruining my birthday!"
I don't understand how people function without toilet privacy. I just don't. It was an absolute struggle through the Silk Roadistan Tour when I had to not only deal with the dreaded squatter, but also, the squatter with no doors.
Remember when I took the Trans-Mongolian train from China to Russia? Remember when I discussed why we worked with Real Russia to get those train tickets, and also the electricity situation while on-board?
You’d wander around the town wearing yourself down with the trials — like those listed above — and then walk through the big green doors for the Kashgar Old Town Youth Hostel and immediately feel at ease.
In contrast to yesterday’s wordy post, I decide to put together a little photo essay about our day having camel adventures in Mongolia. It's chock full of photos, in case you were wondering what it's like to be in the middle of nowhere Mongolia.
When you’re traveling long-term with limited gear in your bags and won’t be getting off a train for several days, you probably want to know a thing or two about the setup along the way… perhaps whether or not there are power outlets for you to charge your gear.
Perhaps the most hard hit on the Mongolian adventure was poor Patrick, and not because he had to suffer a short bout of food poisoning in the middle of it, but more because he realized, that in a Mongolian person’s eyes, he was not a man.