|Waking up on our first morning in Mongolia we were greeted to sun drenched mountains. So remote, so barren, so beautiful.
Note the telegraph poles in the for ground. These were one of the best forms of navigation we had, linking the provincial capitals together. Provided these were in sight we new we were heading roughly in the correct direction.
We'd camped in what seemed like in the middle of nowhere after popping into Olgiy in search of a Bank the previous night.
We attracted the usual crowd in the main square, and after being rejected by three banks (it was 8pm on a Sunday evening) we were ready to give up, when an English speaking guy turned up and told us he could help no problem.
After fending off the locals for a bit, while watching them bounce the cars to test the suspension, this chap took us to a local bank (which he owned), opened it up especially and gave us our the best exchange rate we were to get in the whole country.