There isn't much good to say about the journey to Tsetserleg, the rain continued to fall and although we weren't crossing any rivers, we'd all put on cold wet boots that morning after all the river crossings the previous day so our feet were wet and cold all day and the thousands of puddles only served to keep them topped up nicely. Lovely.
Fortunately-ish we couldn't really go over 40 and usually much less due to the savagery of the corrugations so we weren't too cold.
After we'd stopped for lunch (maybe P has a pic of the cafe -I'm still on iPics) we hauled in to a little layby in the early afternoon. These biscuits are available it seems just about anywhere and they were sometimes just what the doctor ordered.
Beware of Dutchmen bearing gifts, unless they're biccies in which case...I don't mind if I do!!
Terry was as ever lurking on biccy-patrol and had mugged one off P as he'd passed.
The day had warmed up marginally and the rain was looking as if it might stop?...bring it on