Asia | Mongolia | Gachuurt – Camping day 2
Im not sure Im cut out for the camping life. No toilet, no shower, nowhere to escape the rain I do like a few home comforts!! Still, we carried out the days tasks like real professionals. Hector tried his hand at fishing with a homemade line, while I set about the seemingly endless chore of collecting firewood. There was a bit of competition from a tour group out from the city for a barbecue, but they wouldnt look twice at the scrawny twigs I was picking up.
Hector predictably came back empty handed, so it was boiled potatoes and pot noodles all round again! It seemed that his fishing abilities from the Pantanal did not stay with him. Still, the local pot noodles are far superior to the ming back home! Perhaps not gourmet cuisine, but they fill a hole as my mum says.
Once wed struggled for half an hour to get a fire lit with a pile of soaking wet wood it inevitably started to rain. Against the odds we managed to boil the water and were tucking in to an oh-so-delightful feast when we were paid a visit by the locals. Three teenage nomad boys came to investigate, one with a pretty good command of English. They took over the evening meal, seizing the potatoes that would never boil and burying them in the ashes of the fire. Twenty minutes later we were all tucking into the delicious jacket spuds Id been craving for weeks!