Ulaanbaatar
During the last train trip the restaurant coach was buzzing, full of nomads all the time – that feeling when you want to discuss everything, even more, and new topics pop up like popcorn, without any effort, and time passes away at an unkindly fast pace. Fast forward 5 hours and we were getting passports ready for the border control.
Just before customs, naturally, we irritated the Chinese train stewards who didn't understand why we needed to urgently fit 23 people in 1 Kupe room (to take a 360-degree photo, of course), and after the mission was completed (too easy, need much more volunteers next time) we could not stop laughing and joking. Frankly speaking, at that point even silly jokes worked pretty well and one joke was enough to send the entire carriage into a roar of laughter for the whole coach as walls were thin, and after 11 days of the trip, we easily discerned authors of each joke what made it even funnier.
We arrived at Ulan Bataar on a freezing morning, which fitted the atmosphere well. Everyone hugged and said goodbye to everyone. Some hugs were 'just in case', as there was another portion of adventures right ahead – with the group splitting off into subgroups to go and explore steppes, sheep, horses and camels, nights in gers, salty tsay, mountains, and snowfalls – welcome to the land of Gengis Khan - Mongolia.