Back in Ulaanbataar John & Alison, John & Rachel and I went our separate ways and I met up with Maria a friend from back home in Chester who had just flown in that morning. She had decided to come and gatecrash part of my trip to check out the eagle festival which was ok as long as she didn’t do my head in and to be fair apart from eating very noisily with her mouth open and talking to me so quietly that it was completely inaudible every time she was talking about a mongolian stood a hundred meters away who has no idea what she’s saying anyway! She did OK.
The night before we were due to fly out to Ogli for the eagle festival we thought it would be a good idea to go out and sample the local nightlife. There were pubs, clubs and karaoke bars all over Ulaanbataar however unbeknown to us we had decided to go out on the one day of every month that they serve no alcohol in the city, so everywhere was bloody closed! After wandering around trying to find at least one bar that might be rebelling against this ridiculous law we eventually gave up and had a respectable early night. Which was probably for the best as being stuck on a plane with a stinking hangover was never going too be fun!
We got to the airport well before check in to secure ourselves some window seats which for me was a complete waste of time as all I could see through my window was the bloody engine! It had also become apparent that all the hotels and guest houses had been booked up by the festival goers. Luckily sat next to me was a Mongolian tour guide called Meg who spoke perfect english with a weird american and australian accent. She was doing a tour of the eagle festival and a trek into the Altai mountain but more importantly she had some accommodation going spare. The only catch being it was a 4 day tour costing $300. Now i wasn’t to fussed about the treking I was more concerned about hanving somewhere to sleep at night which as it turned out wasn’t such a ball ache after all and I managed to find us a nice little ger for us both at a place called blue wolf ger camp. Maria was set on going with Megs tour as she likes climbing up big hills to then come back down again. I couldn’t part with $300 to do this so I opted to stick with the cheap little ger in Olgi.