SHANDUN THAL CANYON – NEMEGETIN

We are trying to calm him down telling that there is no use to be afraid or… maybe, quite the opposite, there is use since one has to reckon with ghosts when in Gobi. In the Bayanlig village we fill our cans with oil and water and step into the sandy areas of Gobi. No inhabited place is expected during the long miles from now on. We have to drive full gas in the sandy belts, otherwise the forward wheel of the bike dig in the sand immediately. Janis feels as if he was born here and for me it’s quite a task. My hands are totally tired already in an hour and I am happy about every place with no sand. Our bags are loaded in the Jeep and it’s actually the only thing that allows us to drive here at all. With over hundred kilos on a bike we wouldn’t be able to. Slowly, we approach the Nemegetin where we expect to see the remains of the dinosaurs. Lost in translation, our driver Buho thinks that we’re out of our minds if we hope to see live dinosaurs there. At least, he repeatedly tells us that we won’t.