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Unwanted visitors

I’ve never been in a fist fight and don’t ever plan to be but by God, I came close last night! I was awoken at 4.30am by a man knocking into my bed. He was trying to sit down next to the dinner table but was so rolling drunk he had staggered into my head. Sitting at the table was another man, equally as drunk, Mr Aralbai looking half asleep and Khazina looking mighty unimpressed.

Apparently they arrived just after midnight but I didn’t notice them until there were six empty bottles of vodka spread around them. Poor little Falcon was screaming because of all the noise, so Bakitgul was trying to settle her by singing. Armenbek didn’t say boo and Aigul, well, she appeared to sleep though the lot of it but I have a sneaking suspicion she was wide awake too.

At any other time I would have got up and had a drink with them but I so needed a good night’s sleep after vomit night the night before last and was selfishly concerned that Mr Aralbai wouldn’t be in any fit state today to continue my training. You can’t refuse a toast in Mongolia.

When the men did decide to finally leave it took them about 30 minutes to get out the door and onto their motorbike. One of them ploughed head first into the stove en route to the door, hitting the flute with such force I thought the whole ger was going to come crashing down.

I was horrified at the thought of them driving home drunk but I had no way of communicating to them that it probably wasn’t such a good idea and Khazina had already turned the light out on them, I guess in a no so subtle attempt to move them on.

As the motorbike roared to life, one of them came back inside and knocked over all the meat hanging on lattice work near the door. The driver of the motorbike then thought it was a good idea to roll the motorbike right to the entrance of the ger and shine the light inside while he revved the crap out of the engine. DUDE! SERIOUSLY!! He ends up driving off leaving the other one to collapse on the floor next to Aigul’s bed. I tell you what if he had of collapsed near my bed there would have been words. I don’t care what’s considered rude or not!!!

When I woke up this morning I was fuming to see the motorbike driver back at the table again drinking more vodka shots with his friend and Mr Aralbai. DUDES IT’S 7.30AM. THIS IS NO TIME FOR VODKA – GO HOME!!!!!

Luckily they did by about 8.30am and things got back to normal. So have things in my stomach.