

Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia
Wednesday 16 September
It gets cold about 4am and I don't really sleep after that, but am pleased when someone comes to light a fire again. Malcolm tops it up. I get up before 8:30 and walk up to a small pagoda on the hill. It's spitting very lightly. It's cold, but so pretty and peaceful. The yellow leaves are like gold. Breakfast is nice and afterward I finish packing my bag and go for a walk up the hills surround in the camp. Malcolm has another go at archer...