We woke up to find Tom had regained his credit card from the ATM, and didn’t settle for long before making sure we would get on our way as quickly as possible. As we left the town, real Mongolia hit us. The beautifully endless fields, filled with occasional yurts and wild horses stretched from as far as the eye could see. We settled next to one yurt and ate some camping food lunch for a wonderful picnic. As we left, Lilly began feeling sick, at which point we sped to as fast as we could in the attempt to make Ulaanbator and get a doctor. Suddenly, however, lilly felt better again, and we waited for the Norwegians before Donatus caused a wild horse stampede with his drone and the steppes began looking more and more civilized.
A few days before, a friend of Donatus contacted the team to offer them a place to stay. The very kind offer was quickly accepted and we all found ourselves, after a fight through the Mongolian traffic and one lost spark coil in Giselas motor at the entrance of the city, in the “Godfather Restaurant” at the 12th floor of the Narantuul hotel. Here the very kind hosts offered us a large selection of Mongolian foods and cuisine, of which we fed ourselves dry, just before heading off into the summer house of this very kind family. We settled ourselves quickly, enjoying the civilised atmosphere, and had some beers together before heading to bed.