After a long day's drive it was a relief to get to the Blue Pearl ger camp — and the staff came out to greet us wearing black tie formal gear! Peter and I had a ger to ourselves for the first time, but this was to be normal for the rest of the trip.
At dinner we planned our activities for the following two days. There were people — mostly women — selling souvenirs on the grass at the front of the ger camp. They'd come out all the way from Hatgal on motorcycles and were still there at 10.30pm, when it was still light -- it was just past the longest day of the year.
The central building had a full-sized snooker table — we wondered how on earth they'd got it there! — and Mike and Peter and I had a go on that, though none of us had much idea what we were doing and we only managed to sink half a dozen balls in nearly an hour.
I went into the main building to check up on the camera batteries I'd left charging and ended up drinking vodka with the camp manager, his wife, Chinzo, Patti, our drivers, Justin and Jaime. So I didn't get to bed till after midnight.
Saturday 25th June
I was up at 7am and sat by the lake waiting for everyone else to come to breakfast. We met our guide, Ganbaa, and he was selling a booklet (published with the help of a British NGO) on Lake Hovsgol National Park. $12 was a bit steep for a 70 page booklet, but it had good information on flora and fauna, which probably wasn't going to be available anywhere else, so I bought one.
There were flowers everywhere.