Wading through some water/mud/bog. We luckily didn't get stuck, otherwise dad would have had to get out and push.
"There is no spoon" he said.
"Piss off" I said.
A Buddhist statue thing with prayer wheels and everything.
Me pretending to fill up the water container again because dad wants to take a photograph.
Lots of blue silk scarves hung on the tree next to the spring.
A bit of the old USSR in front of the Ulaanbaatar Hotel. He doesn't get much attention any more - but then nor does Lenin...
There is absolutely no way that lot is fitting in as well as 3 passengers... Our first attempt at packing to leave for "the countryside" as the Mongolians charmingly call it. Note toilet implement on top of the pile.
How many students does it take to load three bags onto a yak cart? Arriving at Terelj Ger Camp.
... and this was Mr & Mrs Poole's home for the next four days. The front garden could do with a bit of attention.
Rich makes some new friends - but he had to tie their legs together to stop them running away.