The final chukka(sp?). The final pack up (much easier without all the food and water). The final gas injection. And finally back. Thank Providence for sealed roads. Exhausted really.Oh, while I remember, one of the most charming of Mongolian customs is that if you touch anyone’s foot, you must immediately shake their hand. Really less of a shake than a touch.
The first time this happened to me was at the Mongolian Consulate in Irkutsk. The Consul himself kicked my foot (accidentally) while putting up a poster on the wall next to me. He immediately put out his hand. Slightly bemused (not so culturally aware at that point) I shook it.
And never ever under any circumstances touch anyone else’s hat. No, I am not kidding.