The Original One Armed Bandit
As we drove onwards the scenery went from daunting to spectacular - none of the photos we took can do it justice. It felt like another planet. An uninhabited one at that. We drove out of Tsanganuur following more dirt tracks that split, weaved, zig-zagged, rejoined and then some. It would have been impossible to know which one to take had they not all gone in roughly the same direction and, one was able to safely predict, to the same place (the next populated area of Mongolia...). We were still in the mountainous Altai region, resulting in Rene having to take on some rather ridiculous inclines at ridiculous low speeds and remaining firmly in first gear. She managed remarkably well.. If it had been raining things might have been different. The view from the top was just incredible. ![](images/gallery09/3983/48122/400x400.jpeg)  We drove on, passing only maybe 5-10 other cars all day and encountering far more camels, eagles and stray dogs than humans. When the light began to fade we looked for a suitable place to camp by the road. We found a nice place by a huge lake and decided to pull off the road. A nearby nomad and his son were herding horses towards us and we waved them over to ask if it was their land and if it was ok to camp where we were. The nomad came over and when we got a closer look at him it became apparent that he was an old guy with a bit of a crazy look to him and only one arm. He was obviously very curious about our equally crazy looking ambulance. We all shook his hand (a more awkward affair than it would have been with a two armed nomad..). He didn't speak a word of english but we got out the mongolian phrase book and managed a few mumbled sentences.. He said, more with gestures than words that the land was his and immediately got his head in through the door of the ambulance to have a look around. A pack of chocolate mini rolls obviously caught his eye and he demanded to have one. When we offered him the pack he snatched the whole lot and started ripping them open with his teeth. Guess he was obviously a fan of chocolate mini rolls.. When he was done with them he got his head back into the ambulance and started looking for more. To our dismay he caught sight of the team supply of chocolate cookies.. We knew he'd have the lot anyway so we tried to tell him that he could have the cookies if we could camp on his land.. I'm not sure whether or not it got through but the outcome was us handing over the whole pack of cookies and after he failed to open the individual wrappers with his teeth, opening them for him and hand feeding him our whole supply.. ![](images/gallery09/3983/49184/400x400.jpeg) Eventually we closed the door to the ambulance to prevent any more loss of supplies, at which he didn't look too pleased. When he handed John his horses to hold, John thought he was implying that he wanted us to come with him and refuses. After an awkward 5 minutes of mis-translation, the nomads son came over and took the horses. The nomad then promptly turned around and took a piss.. He'd just wanted john to hold the horses for him while he undid his trousers. With his one hand. The whole scenario must have offended him somehow because he got back on his horse and exclaimed something in Mongolian that didn't sound too polite and attempted to make a dramatic exit by spurring his horse into a run.. and failed miserably when it became apparent that his horse was suffering from severe flatulence. We set up camp as the nomad and his son farted off into the distance. Our first experience of an authentic mongolian nomad... but you won't find that in many guide books. SMWS XX Â