Drop Shot

The bathroom facilities were similar to what we were used to in Ulanbaatar. The Ger Camp was fitted with two long-drop toilets. This is worse that your average outhouse since there is a hole you have to aim into while extended two metres in the air above a mound of shit and god knows what else. Those who have seen Slumdog Millionaire know what we mean.


There was a petite Mongolian woman who kept our fires lit in our Ger. She would pop in every three hours to ensure the fire would not go out. We made the mistake of locking our Ger so almost froze to death until night fall. Hanna's bed was stationed directly opposite the door and mine was against the left wall. I woke up sweating in the middle of the night thanks to the Mongolian woman so decided to throw the door open to ensure my survival. This let in a minus thirty degree breeze which cooled me down nicely. I was woken up again by a screaming mad woman AKA Hanna dying of cold.