Home James (no horses involved)

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.