I ask Bumba where my gloves are, the weightlifting gloves. I had given them to him a couple days ago to wear. I had my 30 cent cloth gloves, that miraculously never got a hole. Bumba tells me the gloves are in the sleeping car. I tell him to come and show me. He refuses. I go to look. Not there. I go back and ask him. He has them in his pocket.
M told me this morning that Bumba wants to be paid 10,000 tg ($7) per day for guiding us. M knew this from the get-go. E had told him back in Khatgal. But no one had told me. So I pay my share and let Bumba keep the gloves. He departs, heading back to Khatgal.
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