It was last day in the Gobi desert for us. As we headed for the city where our prop plane was to pick us up and take us to Ulan Baatar, we told our driver that we wanted to visit a nomadic family. He let us know that his cousin is a nomad and lived not too far from Dalanzadgad.

We told him that we were wanted to visit them. By now you know the routine. He suddenly got off the paved road and kept driving on dirt with single minded determination. We, of course, had no clue where we were going. After some time, we did see a solitary ger in the horizon.

And that is where we got to see a nomad’s life – up, close and personal!!