Published May 10th, 2007
in Visas and Pre-Trip Planning.
I woke up this morning with the scantily clad Vicky, of STA Travel fame softly reading to me from the Lonely Planet guide to Mongolia. Tales of riding horse back through the Gobi desert before walking hand in hand into a warm ger (Mongolian felt lined tent), all to ourselves. She descried how she would pour me a glass of warm goats milk, before slowly stripping off her… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!
I awoke with a start, (for real this time) and looked at the time on my phone, 09:03… KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! “Alright, alright I’m coming” I yelled at the front door with croaky morning-voice. Realising my naked display I grabbed a towel en route and yanked the door open to be greeted by a spotty faced postman “Did I wake ya, mate? Special delivery mate. Sign here mate”, I took a breath and secured the towel while making up a new signature for my mate. Continue reading ‘It’s, Энтони Стоун to you’
Published May 1st, 2007
in Visas and Pre-Trip Planning.
Alas, UB Guesthouse was fully booked. Glad i checked now, one can only presume it was booked up by the aliens who would naturally be fans of the Naadam. But fear not fans of The Trail, I haven’t been forced into submission yet! I have secured a weeks accommodation at Idre’s Guesthouse and she’s kindly emailed me to say she’ll pick me up from the station on the 8th, bless her little cotton socks. I like her already. The fact that the dorm bed is less than US$5 a night (most travel speech is in US$) is also quite pleasing. Continue reading ‘Adieu, Passport. Adieu’
Published April 30th, 2007
in Visas and Pre-Trip Planning.
It’s starting to sink in now, I’m actually going travelling. Firstly, I’ve seen the credit card statement containing the £325 payment for the Trans-Siberian railway. Secondly, I’ve seen the state my current accounts overdraft is in after HSBC failed to cancel umpteen direct debits and now gleefully charge me £25 per transaction for their error. So angry about that, you wouldn’t quite recognise me. Still, guess that’s what 16 years loyal banking gets you. Grrr.
Right, rant over - back to travelling. Not a lot to report, I’ve attempted to book some accommodation in Ulaanbaatar with the imaginatively named ‘UB Guesthouse’. I looked at a few, but my instincts insisted upon these. I’ve dropped them an email in broken English and await their reply. Continue reading ‘Bankers. Alien to me’
