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Sand People |
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Our third (and final) day in Inner Mongolia brought us to the
Singing Sands Gorge right outside of Baotou (包头). Its name is derived from the humming sound it makes when wind blows against it. We weren’t able to hear anything that day because the sand needs to be |
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Mongolia Express |
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Our Inner Mongolia tour began in the insanity that is the Beijing South Train Station. Everyone and their mom were there because it was the beginning of National Week, the time when the whole country travels. We literally almost missed the train cuz we spent so much time looking |
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A Lesson in Chinese Bribery |
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We get whisked away from the train station by our non-English speaking tour guide and onto our small bus. After 10 minutes our bus gets pulled over by a police officer and he comes aboard asking in Chinese, Where are your bus passes? None |
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Yurt Town |
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After a multi-hour journey into the grasslands which lasts forever cuz our driver was totally lost, we arrived at our yurt camp. We're literally in the middle of nowhere, with nothing visible on the horizon. Our tourist yurt is a large permanent tent with |
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Drunken Tour Guide |
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At dinner our tour guide insists on multiple traditional toasts, so we all get smashed on the local hard liquor. Heh-heh… we find out that Gordon's Asian flush reaction to alcohol was definitely inherited from his mom. She even insists on Amy singing an English song, so we break |
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Lost Tour Guide |
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After freezing our asses off in the yurt, we get up bright and early to the frost covered grassland. We then were rushed to breakfast that included a dish which was basically a hodgepodge of sheep innards that were left over from the lamb dishes they served the previous day. |
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