The awesome dining car on train 024 to Beijing

It’s 6am on the 8th October and I’m watching dawn’s fat pink fingers slowly work their way up the track outside Ulaanbaatur’s train station. I’m also trying to wipe the taste of the worst cup of tea from my mouth.

I’m [...]

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This is Mongolia’s idea of a vegetable soup

When DJ, Leonard and I arrived in Ulaanbaatur at the start of October, there was only one thing on our minds: buuz. We had declared our train trip the Holiday of the Steamed Dumpling and we were determined to eat as many [...]

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Dough, dough and more dough

There is nothing like being denied something to make you want it. In Mongolia, it was vegetables. I don’t normally really fancy vegetables, I’m a carb girl. But there is something about being offered meat and dough or meat and rice all the time, sometimes [...]

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Disappointing picnic

DJ, Leonard and I had had quite a day. We’d rode truculent, semi-wild horses at fences and down ditches. We’d crossed the Swinging Suspension Bridge of Death so we could wander around a Buddhist monastery in our socks. We’d gone off-road in a bright yellow Hyundai [...]

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Mongolian milk tea

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Mongolian milk tea

There are places in the world where the British habit of splashing cold milk into hot tea is discussed in hushed tones. The kind of hushed tones used to describe a suppurating carbuncle on your undercarriage or a friend’s brainstorm conversion to UKIP. What would these tea [...]

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Baylag Buuz

The hard white sunlight and high blue sky suggested a fresh autumn day when we arrived in Ulaanbaatur in early October. Stepping out of our fantastic, definitely-stay-there-if-you’re-in-Ulaanbaatur hostel, Zaya’s Guesthouse, I soon realised that you don’t breathe deeply in Ulaanbaatur, you chew thoroughly.

You want to blame the glittering [...]

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