A leisurely start to the morning as I put the three people who have put their hands up for horse riding on their horses. I go back to my Ger and watch TV until lunch time, I've pretty much written this tour off as a frickin awful by now, so am not making a huge effort as its obviously unappreciated and there seems to be no coming back from the fiasco in Irkutsk.

Apart from old cantankerous, I have another problem passenger….an ex tour leader, god help me. Let's call her OCD b****. OCD b**** seems to think there should be dinners and optional activities to fill all of the groups time and seems pissed off that I'm not organising this. I've tried telling OCD b**** on several occasions that this is an Independent tour and your time is your own when you have no included excursions, obviously this has fallen on deaf ears as she is now trying to organise the whole group dinner on the last night and to go to a cultural show. OCD b**** tries to make me go to the dinner she has organised and the show, but I tell her that unfortunately I have work to do. I am not lying. Old cantankerous doesn't believe me insisting that everything is done by the head office months and months in advance. Eventually, I relent as he has obviously made up his mind. Ok fine, you know exactly how our tour company works and I don't, I'm making it up and am actually being paid to be on holidays.

I think half of them probably don't want to go, but OCD b**** is so bossy and annoying most of them don't have the stones to refuse. After the horse riders get back, we have lunch and then go and visit a local family, which again I have instigated, but for which the guide gets all the credit. I even have to tell the guide when it is time to leave. Our dinner tonight is a whole Mongolian BBQ'ed sheep which I have organised. Old cantankerous thanks the guide for organising it….I add some vodka to my bottle of Fanta, before heading off to bed.