Getting to my Mongolian class afterwards is harder than expected.
I have no natural compass and it becomes clear that I’m far more dependent on my GPS than I realised.
Peace Avenue is the main drag through town. Nom Ekhe is in a side street off of this. I’ve been there before and it should be easy to find.. but it isn’t.
I get completely lost within four blocks of my destination and am half an hour late for my class. In my defence, they are big blocks!
The class turns into a double whammy, with the second part featuring four friendly Germans, who are here teaching German (I think) to Mongolian school children.
After personally struggling with German grammar for many years, it is a relief to see young Germans struggling to learn Mongolian. Regardless, lots of smiles and good vibes are had, and I feel that my confidence with Mongolian is growing. On the way home I visit the local dairy and can finally ask for a bottle of water, without looking like a fool yet again.