Today is our third and final day with the Nomads. The weather is windy and cold, which is a shame as we have a free day around camp. Not surprisingly, after mixing his drinks, Andy has been very ill in the night and continues to be unwell for most of the day. Of course, he’s convinced that it is nothing to do with the drink! Andy tries to sleep it off, while I go for a walk. By late afternoon he’s recovered enough for us to ride bactrian camels across the dunes. It is uncomfortable and interesting in equal measure, and leaves me with aching thighs and a slightly numb bum. Tonight we are sharing our ger with Monica and Craig as a result of some cock up over bookings which means that another three guests have to be accommodated. Apparently the nomads they were going to stay with have done what nomads do and up sticks to somewhere else!
Whilst we have been here we have been able to witness the daily routine of the camp – the milking of the cows and the mares, the breaking in of a horse and the slaughter and cleaning of a goat as well as the herding of the livestock. The little boy of five is already riding his own horse with his father and is completely unphased when put on top of one of the camels.