For fourtyeight hours my molars rattled in the cab of this 'macheen' (Mongolian for truck). You can kind of see my bike strapped behind the ger roof here as we stopped for a stretch next to the only watersource on route. Unfortunately it was the salt water lake or Khyargas Nuur.
The driver only had one cassette tape, Russian dance music. Sometime during the second day he got tired of it and started singing Mongolian folk songs. Several hours later he switched on the tape player again. It was a long ride to Ulaangom.
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