We arrived at our camp in the Gobi desert after a very long, bumpy, dusty ride on an old bus. I did not realize that the seat belts were used to keep you in your seat because the huge potholes every few meters will make you hit the ceiling! This was 10 hours on a dirt track, where in typical Mongolian fashion, the driver got lost many times. At one point we stopped a man herding camels from a motorbike, gave him a cigarette in exchange for some directions. On the way i also saw many wild horses, eagles (spotted brown and white) goats and of course sheep. The landscape seemed endless as we drove through green valleys surrounded by low mountains.

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