Salvation

So far, water has been my biggest problem. In some places I have had to carry between 15-20 litres.

An unusually dry winter/summer has left many of the permanent rivers dry.

Crossing up in the north between Barruntarrun and Ulaangom, there was no water for nearly 200km and I ran out.

Gasping from the heat, my tongue swollen, lips cracked and bleeding, I stopped just short of collapsing on the doorstep of this ger, begging for water. In true-to-form Mongolian hospitality, I was ushered inside and plied with liquids and food. After I was re-hydrated, we all sprawled on the floor for a siesta for a few hours before they refilled my water bottles and I continued on my way.