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One day at work someone (the jury is still out on who started it) commented that a bike ride somewhere exotic would be fun (sorry, no bicycles allowed). Somehow, and I’ll included the details once someone tells me what they are, we decided that a county where only 2-3% of the population speak English, emergency support services are unlikely at best and where they have poisonous snakes, wolves, leopards, feral dogs (with rabies of course), bears and of course the Mongolian Death Worm.

That’s right, we decided to go to Mongolia, partly because of the exotic nature of the destination, but mostly because it’s relatively cheap.

This was the start of our great adventure and many, many months of planning. We’ve taken practise rides, to the South and North Islands, we’ve shopped extensively on Temu and we ‘ve packed and repacked our bag’s trying to stay within our weight limits.

Having not left on our first great adventure talk has already turned to the next one, let’s see how a group of mostly middle aged (I’m being kind) and one fit 30 year old cope with two weeks sleeping on the ground before we get ahead of ourselves.

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