Back to Ulan Bataar and then train to China.
My day in Ulan Bataar was mostly spent catching up on sleep, figuring things out regarding my train to China and listening to Ury playing the guitar. Wrote up a couple of blogposts that only existed in note-form and generally lazed.
In the evening I went out and had a lovely meal with him, some German ladies, Stu and Simon.
They have a Beatles memorial in downtown Ulan Bataar. This is a real thing.
Early morning the next day I got on the train to China. This was an entirely new experience, compared to the Russian train. The Chinese attendants kept the carriages spotless, but also followed the rules to-the-letter. Since all my friends were in first class, that made it challenging to bypass the resturant wagon outside business hours. This time, even cigarettes didn't help.
While went through the Gobi desert and I hung out with Dira and Stu whenever I could. The desert is flat, sandy and with some grass. There were scatterings of nomads, camels and horses but otherwise little to see.
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| "I had a neighbour once... Once!" |
Now, this might be where you ask yourself: But... wouldn't this be an amazing opportunity to get to know the locals and your cabinmates?
Yeah, about that.
Teenagers suck, are shy, awkward and sound annoying no matter their language. Any attempt at socialisation was met with monosyllabic answers, silence and then they did their best to pretend I was not there. They were very sweet.
Incidentally, all the mongloian students were going back to school after their holidays, so second class was full to the brim.
But China was pretty cool. Very full of people.
Stay safe, (but you don't have to.)
Eg reise ålaina.
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