We left the hostel at 6am and caught a taxi to the bus station. There were people everywhere, loads of people kept calling out to us, it was complete chaos, we wandered around and eventually found the right bus amongst the mayhem. Everyone was scrambling to get there bags under the bus it was real dog eat dog to get your bag in the hold, which also doubled as the post van so was full of packages. Once on the bus everyone was arguing over seats, even though every ticket had a corresponding seat number on it. The seats were crammed so close it was like sitting in a straight jacket. I decided the best thing to do was to go to sleep. A couple if hours later Steve woke me up and said we had broken down, I thought he was having me on until I saw everyone getting off. Outside the bus everyone had gathered on the grass verge and was getting there luggage off. There was just the passengers the bus and then grass as far as you could see. It was very hot and there were loads of insects but it was kind of exciting. Suddenly everyone was a mechanic there were about 10 blokes arguing over what was wrong all trying to get a closer look at the engine. I met a young guy who spoke a little English, he was surprised we were taking the local bus, it turned out he helped run a tourist camp where they charge $8 a night he was more surprised to find out we were paying about 5 times as much. He told us to get our tickets back off the driver and that a new bus would arrive and sure enough 2 hours later it drove into view. Everybody raced over and then it was a free for all pushing and shoving, a lot of shouting, as if you didn't get on you would be left behind, I told Steve to get our seats and i put my elbows to use taking the Mongols out one by one to get our bags on, the more reserved people ended up having to have there luggage on there lap and a few things were just left behind.On the bus someone had taken our seats and Steve said he couldn't get them back. So I just sat in the spare seats left, someone started arguing with me showing me their ticket but I told them to get lost and stood my ground well sat my ground. The driver obviously felt he had to make up ground and we hurtled along dusty muddy paths stopping for the odd flock of sheep or horse in the road. Eventually we arrived 10 hours later in a small town. We were beckoned to a van that looked a bit like a grey VW camper but is made for off roading. I found out that you can get a brand new one for £2,500 so have already hatched a plan that involves me driving one from Mongolia to England. The driver didn't speak any English but we exchanged a few words like names etc. As we left the town the scenery was breathtaking, like something from a film or painting, big blue sky, rolling hills, streams, and Eagles circling just flying alongside the van. After an hour of driving across the openness, not a road or even a track in sight we came to our home for the next week. We were in the hills on a flat area surrounded by mountains, there were 8 gers in a line next to a crystal clear stream, with a forest on the other side, there were horses sheep and goats everywhere. It was the prettiest place I have ever seen, I just wish I was clever enough to describe it better.