Its an early morning start out to the Ger Camp this morning, I rally my group together and as usual the old coot make as deliberate fiasco out of everything in an attempt to make me look stupid.

We get on our way and most of the passengers fall asleep through the amazing scenery of the national park and then refuse to even get out of the bus to have their photos taken holding the Steppe Eagles, honestly, I don't think I've ever had such a boring group of people.

I make the guide take them to the turtle rock and the reluctantly get off the bus and then we go up to the Meditation centre which is shut. The guide goes in to see if we can still make the climb and finds out the old monk who runs it is sick and has been taken to hospital. The cantankerous old man glares at me, like it my fault and I should have known the old care taker was sick.

We have to go through the fence, but never the less we get to visit the meditation centre. I make the climb up and spend the bulk of the time sitting on a rock on a ledge overlooking the majestic, clear snowy view of the mountain scenery and enjoying a bit of much needed quiet and alone time.

We then got back on the bus and headed off to the Ger camp, of course when I get there the guide tells me the wrong Ger numbers and I have to re-arrange the group…the old fart is not impressed. We go to lunch and are completely over fed, during the entire meal the grumpy old man talks at the top of his lungs joking and laughing and general making himself the centre of attention.

Everyone slips into a food coma in their Gers and then its time for dinner, after dinner old cantankerous make a toast to our fantastic guide….oh you mean our fantastic guide who won't do anything or say anything unless I prod her….oh yes that fantastic guide. I'm seething.

I sit there during the obligatory meal praying for someone to get up so I have an excuse to leave. I try to tell the clients about the horse riding excursion, but the cantankerous old b******, talks over the top of me and starts making jokes and glares at me and I give up Finally, people start going off to their Ger's for the night, old cantankerous makes one more snide comment that he can't see any meteors in the sky (as I have told them there is going to be a meteor shower), I retort with a smart remark, apologising that I can't control the heavens just yet and go off to my Ger. I have stuck the three girls in the same Ger so that my roommate can actually bond with the group and I can have some time to myself. Its heavenly. I come into my large white tent, with orange decorations and proceed to set about lighting my stove fire.

Since last year I have gotten ridiculously good at this and my fire lights up and start roaring and snapping first go. It gets very cosy and warm in my Ger and I drift off to sleep on top of the covers, forgetting about the cantankerous old man who is making my life hell a few Gers behind me.