So here goes:
We were treated to a spectacular sunset and all was right with the world.
Unfortunately it rained during the night and we packed up wet, very wet.
Discussions were had along the way about sleeping in wet tents - Sarah was still unwell coughing and wheezing with what turned out to be the remnants of some form of pneumonia. So we headed to Tsetserleg and stayed a night in the 'Odd Hotel'. Yep really called that - unfortunately no pictures of us setting up dinner in the carpark or drying tents on the fences.
The next day we left and headed out to the White lake. It was a beautiful drive, though still wet.
|Mongolian road system - no one uses the old roads - they are too rutted all prefer to find their way across the steppe|
Some of the toll bridges were in need of a little work.
but were passable just.
It was a hard climb up the hill to get to the lake
and again we opted not to pitch still wet tents. Instead we payed for gers still using the Gaz as our base camp
White lake was quite remarkable.
and we got to taste Marmot.
Megumi and I had a great little run up into the hills where we saw horses and I believe I may have seen a wolf. After a couple of days R&R we headed off again - we had hoped to spend a couple more nights in one place along the way but the roads had washed out and the Gaz was going slower and slower.
So we kept driving through beautiful scenery...
camping where we could, meeting some interesting people...
and helping tow folk out of the mud once or twice.
climbed to Ovoo with a range of skulls,
and watched in amazement as the Marmot kept getting produced for yet another meal.
We eventually reached the southern edge of Lake Hovsgal having collected Linda from Morun airport
It had been a difficult drive - a flash flood had washed the road away and had missed washing our car away by only a few minutes
At the camp we said goodbye to Chris, Byaamba and Jake. Thanks to all of them especially to Chris for organising this extraordinary journey.
Camp was an mix of gers, teepees and wooden lodges. It was also an odd mix of people, with some truly interesting people and a few too many who thought too much of themselves and too little of others.
Race morning was an early start
The first half of the course pretty and hilly though not as mountainous as the organisers would have us believe. They counted both climb and descent in their elevation profile effectively overstating the climbing significantly. The 60km after the camp stop was not so interesting and without Linda to chat too and occasionally keep me moving I may well have just given up and headed back to camp.
Emily was forced to give up after 42k due to a fairly major asthma attack but still finished and Curtis completed his first ever ultra marathon.
Linda and I toiled in limping and sore but nevertheless finished - not last - and in under twice the winners time - my usual three targets achieved
Somewhere along the way Clark had finished his first trail marathon, Gavin and Jess had hiked a trail marathon and Guy had gotten a bit lost but was found and returned to camp.
Normally when I've done one of these things I provide a pretty good race report but this time...I won't.
I will thank the aid station to workers who were brilliant, cheerful and very patient.
There are many fond memories of so many friends being gathered in one place. Our group spanned 4 different continents and 5 different decades.
|Linda 3rd woman in the 100k class Sarah 1st 'Veteran' in 42k Megumi 3rd woman in 42k and Miho who finished 42k with the biggest blisters I've ever seen. Genki Girls all!|
It was all quite an experience!
more photos Road trip to Hovsgal
and the trip through Megumi's far better eye Megumi's photos
Autumn came quickly and just as quickly went again - the hills are now covered in snow and daytime temperatures rarely get much above freezing.
Then we went to visit in China!
Mel, Brian and Zoe put us up for a couple of nights and we did the tourist things as well as met some of the other movers and shakers in Western Academy Beijing. Then we went off to see the Terracotta warriors in Xi'an, returning to stay with Elie and his family, Elie was an ex student of mine in Japan and we got on really well. I'd stayed in touch with his family and thoroughly enjoyed meeting them all again.
a bit touristy
entertaining way back down
Easy way up
and bright blue skies - Beijing pollution? What pollution?
We are lucky to have such good friends
Beijing city centre - still no pollution - something organised by the government for the Beijing marathon perhaps?
Forbidden City was busy but not exceptionally I think a lot of people had stayed away because of, or gone to watch the marathon.
Big place - and this is one of the early courtyards.
The next day we set off bright and early for the city of Xi'an and a visit to the terracotta warriors.
We spent the afternoon wandering round the city eating street food in the Muslim sector, watching the 'changing of the guard' at one of the city wall gate houses, and renting a single speed tandem to ride the city walls.
|Our very own 15km of pave.|
|Clever - only works single speed but it means both riders pedal independently and the stroke is not linked.|
|Far too small so it put too much pressure on my wrists, damned uncomfortable.|
about 15km all the way round.
Xi'an has a lot more to offer than just a place to sleep while you visit the warriors.
The next day we were off to the warriors with a pre-booked tour. I'll let the pictures do the talking.
We stayed a total of two nights in Xi'an before flying back to Beijing to spend more time in Western Academy and then dinner, making stuff and chatting with Elie and family, I'd forgotten how much fun it is to be around that kid. Somehow though we seemed to order the biggest fish possible. Well we said we liked fish and that we missed fish but...that was huge and only one of about 10 dishes ordered.
it was a great meal in great company - thanks to Claire and David as well as Elie and Morrison.
So there you have it the story of two vacations both very different, both brilliant in their own way and both only possible with the support and company of great friends.
Now back to work - seven more weeks until we begin the journey home for winter vacation, and we are already deep into plans for next summer.