Last Sunday I had a great walk with Yann, one of the French volunteers, out to a salt lake to the north west of Choibalsan. It took us about 2 hours to reach it - it is very difficult to judge perspective here. From a distance it looked as if there was water in the lake - a strip of deep deep blue surrounded by blinding white. However, as we got closer, the water ... disappeared. It must have been some trick of the light. The white ground was as hard as cement, though. We were tempted to taste it to see if it really was salty, but there were lots of sheeps & goat poos everywhere, so we didn't.
On the way we passed a group of low, wooden houses, around which were heaped piles of dried horse & cow dung. This is then sold in the market for winter fuel, along with coal scavenged from mines and kindling. Though I've no idea where the kindling might come from - there are no trees for hundreds of miles ....
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