It’s supper time and getting dark fast. We’re camping out tonight, on our way from UB to Gobi Desert. While Dasha prepares our supper of pasta with horse meat and hot tea, I wander off to take photos and Binderya wanders off for a long chat on the mobile. A herd of horses passes in the distance, pausing to drink from a giant puddle filled with cow shit.
I hadn’t been looking forward to supper, but now that the sun has set and it’s gotten very chilly, it’s cozy eating a hot meal. We hang out for a bit laughing about things I don’t understand, but it’s fun to be in the wilderness and fresh air! Luckily my layers of clothes keep me toasty warm, even without a jacket. Dasha is surprised and offers me his jacket, but I’ve got my wool hat and cotton gloves on, so I’m just fine.
Soon enough, Binderya and I climb into our tent. Then the rain and wind picks up. None of us sleeps especially well. Me, for rain dripping on my head—in the morning I discover that the rain fly blew off the tent.
Even Dasha, who had told me about his nifty 20 pound sleeping swag that keeps him warm even in snow, ended up folding down the back seat in the car and sleeping in there. Poor guy! It’s alright though. We’re on our way to the Gobi Desert, where none of us have ever been before!
Next Chapter: Oh, my God!!!! Camels!!!!!!
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