I was up at 6:55a and did all the usual morning stuff.
On the trail (I’m using that word loosely – mostly it was just fields) around 9 for a longish day of riding.
Today we rode over a pass, through lots of tall grass, through bogs and across open fields. Something in this combination of terrain tried to kill me – for real. I was itchy and hive-y and wheezy. We took a small break just so I could get some diphenhydramine in me and see if it would postpone death. It worked – thankfully.
I wheezed my way into camp, bathed as well as I could in the freezing stream and went to check out what else was happening in camp.
I’d been waiting for an opportunity to play cards with the guys. They play a Mongolian card game called Mass. I’d been introduced to it a few nights before by Saruul, one of the translators, and I was pretty sure I was ready to play with the big boys.
We played cards for a while then had dinner. I’d obviously rallied after my near death experience because I managed to stay awake for an evening of chatting.