Today we stopped at a gold miners' camp for lunch. 4,000 tg ($3) for a bowl of noodles and mutton that didn't agree with me. This morning's ride transpired well. I crossed the ties on the back of my saddle to secure the sleeping bag. This morning Bumba took his cap and placed it on my head. It has a narrow brim. He traded it for mine, which has a broader one. Later he offered to trade back, but I refused.
M. says he really likes the Mongolian attitude towards sharing. I think, easy to say when you are always on the receiving end.
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