Day 25 - 24 July - Diarrhoea Day :) 

Today, I woke up and headed straight for the toilet, I wont go into anymore detail than that, but to say that the family were super nice in welcoming us and then letting us stay while I recovered in the comfort of the ger. I spent most of the day asleep, took some drugs and was right as rain the next day. I released that my greed the day before had brought with it a lesson, not to stuff my face just cause I can!. 

Courtney had a great day chilling out with the Family and I’ll let her tell you that story. 

Courtney typing:

Eliza woke up feeling a little unwell, we packed the bikes but quickly decided that we weren’t going anywhere.  By pointing at Eliza’s stomach and wiggling our pinky (equivalent of a thumbs down) we conveyed to the family that Eliza was not feeling well.   She was quickly invited back into the Ger and I rode into town (only a couple of km away) and loaded up on sprite, juice and baby wipes.  The day was spent hanging out with the kids, for 10hours or so I was the most interesting person in the world.

In the morning there was a bunch of excitement and the father grabbed the rifle out of the ger, ran over to the horse and galloped away.  It turned out that a dig had killed one of their goats on a hillside.  Dad shot the dog, grabbed the goat and came back and butchered it.  I got to eat boiled goat for morning tea, lunch and dinner.  I was also given some very large pieces of fat (I assume  choice piece) which I was unable to decline and managed to eat it.  Lunch was soup with flour and dinner was soup with noodles.  

Other activities included many rounds of snap, old maid and a mystery Mongolian card game that the kids could not explain and I couldn't decipher despite quite a few rounds of being shown what to do.  I helped shovel animal poo out of the pen, caught grasshoppers and put them down the boys shirts, went through their english books from school, had all my gear inspected.  The kids used my bicycle to herd sheep.  Of course during this time I was frequently checking on Eliza, encouraging her to drink more fluids and letting her know when she could take more drugs.

In the evening Eliza emerged from the ger looking a little bit more alive and I managed to escape the children for an hour or two and hike up the hill behind their ger.  The view was great and it nice to have some time to myself for a little while.  That night we all piled back into the ger.  I was woken up at 1am by the child next to me vomiting on my thermarest.  I managed to clean it up using my bike rag, spun my mat around so I didn't have to smell it.  All this commotion woke Eliza up who did not expect to hear what had happened.

The family who put us up for a few nights. 

Court enjoying the baby

Sunset