Mongolia to Beijing by train
Friday 15th July
I woke up at about 7am, to find the train was just leaving the station in a largish town or city. It was soon obvious that we were in China rather than Mongolia: different crops, mules, three-wheeled vehicles, bicycles, and a higher density of people and scenery generally.
There was also a haze that hung over everything, and which was to be with us for our entire stay in Beijing. It was not fog, but some combination of dust and smog.
Breakfast was an omelette, with white bread, jam, and coffee. We had to ask for sugar, which came on a plate with a tablespoon — "sorry, no smaller spoon" — though at the next table they had to apply theirs with chopsticks! Lunch was an excellent meal, beef and chicken with rice, and very comforting after so many weeks of Mongolian food.