Morning. I ask for hot water in Mongolian. I tell the cook, in French, that Lisa likes her bacon well done. Italian pop group sings Hotel California on the Japanese van's CD player. Landscape looks like Montana. I am so confused. We will break camp later today and ride a short 3 hours to the end of our horse trek at a ger camp with hot springs. I am under the shade of a tree beside a running stream and it looks like it will be a hot day. Not a cloud to be seen. Mixed feelings about the end of this trek. My body is finding its rhythm, but my knees ache at the end of the day. I could probably go on for days, but look forward to a hot shower. The food has been great, but this morning I crave orange juice. 
GPS - where do we have to go today?
Lisa introduces Kindle to central Mongolia and we get a visit from a tiny tot riding bareback.
Talk about your international harmonic convergence! Sounds like another unforgettable trip. Can't wait to hear all about it and see the rest of the pictures. I must say, it makes my butt hurt just to think about riding all day in one of these saddles, though.
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