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Gurning at the Mongolian Border. We'd be pulling faces there of one sort or another for the next 5 hours!!
Yay! We're officially in Mongolia!
Our first sighting of some gers! Although judging by the powerlines and stockade, these don't appear to
be nomads!
A friendly Mongolian traffic cop, who gleefully signed Sammy's bonnet...
The main road in this town had completely disappeared under an enormous mud-slide! Urk!
Look Dave! Camels! The nomads round here'll herd anything!
More gers set in stunning scenery. Mongolia really blew our fuses...
Jay at the entrance to UB.
A local descendant of Genghis gets in on the act!
Our mascot made it to UB in one piece! Thanks, Adam!
At the finish line at Dave's Place (no, another Dave. Confusing isn't it?) Somehow we contrived to
finish 8th!
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