The Last Grains Of Sand

Jul 26, 2013 by

Like the last grains of sand in an hourglass, this adventure is quickly slipping away from me, from reality into the realm of sweet memory. I returned to Ulaanbaatar yesterday from 5 nights of sleeping in gers with no running water and very little or no electricity, of using squatting toilets in outhouses, some even without doors, of eating Mongolian grub, of riding horses in Terelj and camels in the Gobi. I was tired, dirty, sun burnt and damn well satisfied. It was a great journey and an epic escape. I will never forget this time in Mongolia. Those are all the words I have for you right now. Tomorrow, I fly to Hong Kong: a new city, a new country, a new flavour, a new story. For now, I leave you with this...

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