THE LAND OF NO BRIDGES
A LAST-minute decision to join the Motorcycle Expeditions ‘Eagle Hunters’ tour saw me in a flurry of paperwork and emailing like a machine to prepare for an adventure across Mongolia. I had to organise flights before I could even apply for a visa. There was no doubt I was cutting it fine, with my passport arriving only the day before I was scheduled for departure.
My flight from Perth to Hong Kong was quite peaceful, departing at midnight on virtually an empty plane. Arriving into Hong Kong, I was told that there would be a delay to Ulaanbaatar as a typhoon had hit Japan, causing major disruptions.
I finally boarded Mongolia Air and landed in Ulaanbaatar eight hours late. My airport pickup was unimpressed and unaware of the delay; tension was building and I was thinking, “Maybe I should have gone somewhere else!” Finally, after 24 hours in transit, I made it to my accommodation.
“WE TURNED OFF THE MAIN HIGHWAY AND ONTO NOMAD’S LAND”
The very next morning I met up with a friend and wandered around to look at some temples and the city in general. I was quite impressed at how clean Ulaanbaatar was. We stopped for a bite to eat and, as we found
