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Traveling with Grandma

We’ve had my Mum travel with us for 2 1/2 weeks, starting in Ulaanbaatar, and flying out of Shanghai. Its the third time she has joined us on our travels, and she is now officially welcome anytime.

My daughter Sparky volunteered to tell you all about it. (Sparky has Cerebral Palsy and is non-verbal. She told this story using her PODD, a book of organized symbols she scans with her eyes)

Travelling with Grandma – by Sparky

Grandma is great fun and wonderful. I think I’m lucky and traveling with her is awesome. Grandma and I enjoy painting and standing together. I enjoy having many cuddles with Grandma.

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The Great White Lake and the pathetic dodgy vehicles.

 

They have these cool Russian vans in Mongolia. Like the icecream, Mongolians think that anything from Russia is superior (excepting of course, occupation and nation wide hunger. Eighteen years later, the youth of Mongolia don’t really remember.)

We expected such a van when we emerged, bags packed, from our hostel.  We were leaving Tsetserleg for the Great White Lake 180kms away.  Instead we found a really dodgy brothers van, whose boot didn’t shut.  We piled in, along with three others sharing the costs.  Then two people introduced to us as ‘the driver’s brother’ and ‘the driver’s mother’ roll started it.  Uh oh.

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Mongolia- we didn’t come for the food!

Mongolian food has no nuance, no subtlety, no balance of flavours.  The flavours are salt, sugar and fat. The meat (and there is always meat) comes in slabs or ground. The potatoes come in bulk, and the greens are a nominal, and soggy optional afterthought. There’s a strong emphasis on filling you up; food as fuel, rather than as a creative expression, an art form or an opportunity to experiment with many and varied flavours and textures.

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