Mongolia - Grasslands Part 1
The following day I was kindly collected by who will forever be known as “The Dumpling King”, the origins of said name to be revealed later. A delightful gentleman with an excellent command of English greetings and, happy sparkling eyes and a perfectly round head. When I booked this, I figured it would enable to me to see as much of Inner Mongolia within the allocated days of Golden Week. I was lead to believe that it’d be me (admittedly some of this may have been my imagination as opposed to any raw information provided) and a bus full of southern Chinese, non-English speaking tourists. DELIGHTFUL! For me, this would mean a peaceful trip without any unnecessary small talk… However The Dumpling King as driving the same mini van as the day before… I narrowed my eyes… could it be… did I score a trip by myself? Just me… and The Dumpling King? I eased back into the chair, donned my head phones and prepared for the long trip to the grass…. Urgh… We pulled ov...