Mongolia
...but at the crucial moment I heard a vehicle approaching from somewhere behind me. I wished they would go away, but the vehicle got closer and then started sounding its horn. The atmosphere changed completely. A dark blue Pajero stopped near me in a cloud of dust. Looking at it I noticed the smiling faces of Bayalma and Bator inside. Bayalma was holding up an oddly familiar booklet. My passport? Idiotically, I had gone and left it at the hotel reception. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
