Still a good bit to go to the Mongolian border. Rumors say, the border´s going to be closen Saturday noon. We are lucky and it is still open, when we arrive there. The russian part is harmless. Then the 20 kilometers towards the Mongolian control alreasdy show us, what we can expect from now on: Roads, even worse than the Georgian ones. The immigration takes quite a while, since we have the red stickers on the car, but all in all there is no problem. Mongolia is cold and windy. Right after the border a biker stops and tells us about his hotel in the next town. A good offer, since we planned for one 100km further. At the end we are 4 cars joining him.

The hotel is a Yurte, where we get a welcome tea. The brother of the guy disappears soon after our arrival. He cames back a while later on his bike with a sheep (Maybe this is the point when one should stop asking and simply start accepting). The sheep is now told that it will become our dinner. And in fact, after an hour it is dead and prepared to bee cooked (video of the act only on demand, it might be unsuitable for minors and vegetarians). In the meantime the Russian biker also finds uns and rejoins the team. After some beers and Vodkas it is time to sleep. Since the Yurte is not big enough for all 8 of us next to the owners, we sleep in the car. Did I mention, that Mongolia is cold and windy?