Beer tent

You know the saying that there’s two things certain in life: death and taxes.

I actually prefer to say there’s three things certain in life: death, taxes, and if you go out drinking with Batbold and Craig you know that at some point, something, err, unexpected will happen.

On this particular night, we ended up in a massive beer tent with at least 500 Mongolians cheering on the opening of the EU soccer tournament thingy. I don’t even like soccer! But apparently Mongolians love it.

Just four friends, hanging out, having a beer - not so strange, right?

You could only buy beers that were bigger than my head...

... and they required two hands to drink them.

There was a very important looking journalist there...

... who was interviewing a very important looking man... oh yeah, that's the Mongolian Prime Minister.

Craig suddenly turned into a pro soccer player...

... me and Batbold, not so much.

To be fair, there’s been stranger nights out with these two guys. But walking into a beer tent with over 500 Mongolians, cheerleaders, rock bands, pop idols and the Mongolian Prime Minister and his entourage (including burly security guys)… it’s a little up there.

Happy Children’s Day!

For kids, Children’s Day in Mongolia is like Christmas in Australia. There’s presents and treats and very little sleep the night before in anticipation of the big day.

I had the privilege of going to an orphanage on the day. The kids were amazing. You know how I love a good concert? Well, I was in heaven, because these kids sang and danced their little hearts out for us – despite the rain.

I captured one of the dances on video. I hope you watch it through to the end, and that it makes you smile (and cry) as much as I did!

PS. The little girl with the short hair in this video stole my heart on the day!

Mongolian Vegemite

One of my very considerate and hospitable work colleagues generously gave this to me on Friday afternoon.

Not sure what it is? See if you can guess.

I was with Jess (aka the newest and arguably biggest Shantasia fan – love your work Jess!).

After some egging on from our Mongolian co-workers, we thought “why the hell not?”, cracked it open and… well… the results were not pretty:

It didn't take us long to figure out this was not going to be a fun experience...

Here goes nothing...

Down the hatch....

Please don't throw up there Jess...

Please don't throw up there Jess... you're right near my laptop... I don't know how I would explain that to IT

And she's off... "to get water"

Meanwhile, while I was wetting my pants with laughter and just to prove that we hadn't been set up by our Mongolian colleagues, I asked Tuul to take a swig. She drank it like a champion... she is clearly CRAZY!

You would think that after Jess’ reaction, that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to drink it. But I’m not the brightest, so I gave it a try. Maybe not my finest look, but it kinda sums it up…

So what was it?

No, it wasn’t Airag (fermented mare’s milk) as I suspect many of you have guessed. I actually am yet to try this local delight (Batbold and Uyanga this is NOT an invitation for you to give me some next time I see you guys!).

It was camel’s milk. And to be fair, it kind of tasted like cow’s milk… that had been in the fridge for about four weeks… and then left in the sun for two days.

When you think about it, it’s kinda like Vegemite… if you don’t grow up with it then you think the locals are nuts for loving it.

Radio star

It’s been a few years since I’ve been in a radio studio… It sure was fun putting on the ‘cans’ again when I did a voice over for a project at work last week. We went to a local UB radio station – apparently a well known one, and quite popular. You can call me the “voice of OT”… a small fee for autograph requests will apply…