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Home Sweet Home...Sort of

We arrived in chilly Mongolia yesterday and I have to say, the best part about it is the fact that we are in an apartment.

Do you know I watched tv last night in my LIVING ROOM and then retired to my BEDROOM. A WHOLE NOTHER ROOM.

That's not even including the fact the fact that I also made dinner in my KITCHEN. Count that people. It's THREE ROOMS.

Oh! And I also had a nice hot shower in my BATHROOM. That's four.

Are you following me here? I guess I'm enjoying the comforts of home away from home. It's cold enough to feel like home. And so for now, it will be home.

Tomorrow we're doing a day trip out into the Mongolian wilderness, which we've been told is beautiful and magical and scenic and breathtaking and...you get the picture.

If it was anything compared to the train ride from Beijing, I imagine it will be all it's cracked up to be.

On a more personal note, if you could all cross your fingers for my sister H that her wee one will hurry up and just arrive! as I think she's quite ready to be done being pregnant.

And I selfishly want her to go in the next 6 days because then I can chat to her ON MY PHONE that is in my apartment in my LIVING ROOM.

Didn't I mention that?

More on the train trip another time. Wine, tapas and TV calls.

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