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Sunday, April 22, 2012

On the road from Dalanzadgad to Khanbogd

Firsts, this week:
Drinking camel milk
Eating dried camel curds
Drinking salted tea
Hearing the horse-head fiddle accompany the Mongolian long song
Driving across the Gobi desert, from Dalanzadgad to Khandbogd

Australians could be forgiven for thinking that the Gobi looks like a slightly less red version of the outback.

My intrepid driver, Tsevenbaatar, who has a rather eclectic taste in pop music.  I should correct that: He was not my driver; I was his passenger.

Camels grazing in the Gobi.


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