As it is a desert region, visitors to Rajasthan have to be careful to avoid the extreme temperatures. It’s not advised to visit the region during the summer months, with temperatures being most comfortable from October-April. However November is one of the best times to visit Rajasthan as the weather is cool but it’s before the tourist high season which starts in December.

I’ll be in Rajasthan for the entire month of November; I’m making a circular route covering the state in its entirety. I’ll make sure to let everyone know how my trip turns out.

The Trans Siberian rail journey has long been a dream of mine. Armed with a surge of confidence and knowledge the optimal season was quick in passing, I decided to travel to Beijing to embark upon the train via Mongolia to Lake Baikal and the city of Irkutsk.

It was September and the weather had been glorious in Beijing, a welcome relief from the sauna that is Hong Kong. September is one of the best times to embark upon the rail journey as the crowds of summer have largely dissipated. I was able to arrange tickets via a specialist travel agency by the name of Monkey Shrine, and after a fun filled week spent with friends in Beijing, I began my journey…

The train left Beijing’s main railway station early on a Tuesday morning and over the course of 29 hours made its way towards Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. I was exhausted from a late night in Beijing, so once on the train I decided to get some rest. I awoke about an hour outside of Beijing to a barrage of supportive messages sent by loved ones from Beijing and Hong Kong. Looking out the window I saw a gorgeous mountain landscape filled with stony peaks and pristine green lakes. Not wanting to miss out on an integral part of the trip, I decided to stave off sleep so I could continue to gaze out the window. But after one too many tunnels I was unable to stay awake any longer and I passed out once again.

I woke up later that day in the Chinese province of Inner Mongolia to see that the landscape had taken a drastic turn from mountains and lakes to dry plains with small rolling hills. There wasn’t much to see, just a few industrial cities, and one large wind farm, but there was a beautiful sunset over the plains.

The train was nice, modern, and best of all practically deserted. There was only a few travellers to each car, most of whom were Western tourists. I spent the majority of this first day in the dining car looking out the window and repeatedly ordering the one vegetarian dish on offer. Trains are a great place to catch up on reading and make new friends, so I spent my time alternating between the two, reading the many books I had brought and making a fair share of new friends.

That night around 9PM the train arrived at the border between China and Mongolia. On the Chinese side customs and border agents came onto the train and served to process everyone out of the country. Once they were finished, which didn’t take too long, everyone had to depart the train and wait for it on the platform while the train switched gauges for the Mongolian tracks.

The night was brisk and the station had a bizarre atmosphere complete with Chinese border guards doing marching drills on the platform. We certainly weren’t in coastal China anymore. There was one market where travellers could buy supplies for the trip. Interestingly it had on offer a variety of western products next to which their associated Chinese replicates could be found for a third of the price. The most obvious of these were the bottles of ‘Absolute Vodka’.

After a few hours train arrived back on the platform and was promptly boarded for the short trip to the Mongolian frontier. It took another few hours on the Mongol side to get cleared into the country, but it wasn’t difficult and leaving the train was not required.

It was quite late by the time all of the border formalities had finished, so there wasn’t much else to do but sleep. I slumbered into the next morning and awoke around 9AM to the sights of the Gobi Desert outside of my window. Feeling as though I were missing out on the beautiful scenery, I immediately hopped out of bed and took to looking out the windows and snapping pictures. It was interesting watching the scenery slowly transition from Gobi to steppes.

Having spent a few hours looking out the window, I was getting hungry so I went to have breakfast in the dining car with one of my new friends . The dining car had been changed at the border crossing and was now complete with a Mongol staff and traditional Mongolian decorations. The food menu was much more complex than its Chinese counterpart however much to my displeasure the dining car’s prices were about three times higher as well.

Around one in the afternoon the train pulled into Ulaanbaatar. It was the first city of consequence I had seen from the train, and it is home to over half of Mongolia’s population. I had arranged to stay in a traditional ger camp for three nights and sure enough someone was waiting on the platform to pick me up for transfer. The first Mongolian I had the pleasure of meeting was named Aagii and she was to be my guide while in country.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon in UB and we made the most of it by going on a quick city tour to the Gandan monastery, Sukhbaatar square, and the Zaisan Memorial which is a panoramic hill spot with great views of the city.

The monastery I found to be most interesting as it showcased Mongolia’s Buddhist disposition. There was a group of people throwing seed to pigeons in front of the monastery in a custom of making a wish so the pigeons could take it to heaven. The visit to the monastery also revealed some similarities to the type of Buddhism practiced in Tibet, and after a few spins on the prayer wheels I was feeling positive enough to continue to Sukhbaatar square.

The square, built in true socialist fashion, was the city’s answer to Tiananmen. On its periphery there was the Presidential Palace and the national museum, however its most noticeable attribute was the giant statue of national hero Genghis Khan. It’s been eight-hundred years and he is still held by Mongolians with a deep adoration.

Our last stop was the Zaisan Memorial. Located on a hill overlooking the city, the memorial serves to commemorate the friendship between the Soviet and Mongolian peoples. There were some interesting paintings on the memorial’s walls, with everything from cosmonauts to Nazis being killed. But the real highlight is the amazing view of the city below. You can see the whole valley, the surrounding mountains and at the time some beautiful fall colours.

After the city tour we continued on our 50KM journey out of the city and into the steppes, where the ger camp was located. The main road on which we traveled was two-lane and paved with asphalt, the camp itself was located several kilometres off of this road down a dirt track.

A ger, sometimes called yurt, is the traditional form of housing in Mongolia. It is a tent, the most common type consisting of five walls, but sometimes they are larger and can go up to ten walls. The one I stayed in was of the five wall variety, it had four beds all surrounding a central wood burning furnace that vented out of a hole in the center of the tent. Perhaps not so surprisingly my ger was larger than my apartment in Hong Kong and as such it felt very comfortable.

It was coming on evening when I first got to the camp and I was a little tired. So after eating dinner in the lodge I settled in for the long night. The thing that struck me the most about staying on the steppes was the amazing night sky. I’ve never seen so many stars, and I could see the Milky Way which is truly amazing.

The fire in my ger had went out around midnight and when I awoke it was quite cold. It was freezing outside when I departed my tent to make the trek to the toilets; however the skies were clear. After eating a hearty breakfast in the lodge I was able to try my hand at some traditional Mongolian archery. I wasn’t very good at it, but I blamed it on the wind as I didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of Aagii. Not that she believed my story.

I was to go horseback riding later in the day, in my preparation I decided to proudly display my Texas t-shirt. This, of course, served to set unmanageably high expectations for my horse riding skills. Nonetheless, I think I managed to do alright. Thanks in large part to the high altitude, the horses in Mongolia are of a short stature, but they are quite strong.

Riding across the steppes was a pretty wonderful experience, no fences as far as the eye could see, there was an endless horizon. It harkened in me images of the great American west and what it must have been like hundreds of years in the past.

Our first stop was a neighbouring camp of a nomadic family. There were three gers for the family and they still lived a traditional nomadic life. This means they move their homes when the seasons change and make their living off of livestock herding. There were some herd dogs and a couple of cute but rambunctious children running around.

Once we finished lunch and visited with the nomads for a few hours, helping with some of their laborious chores, we rode off across the steppes once again. Five hours after we started we arrived back at the ger camp. It was a long day’s ride, but it felt good to be on a horse again. After dinner I retired to my tent and had a good long sleep.

The next day, which was to be my final full day at the camp, I went hiking to a large statue of Genghis Khan that was nearby. Getting there meant going through a small portion of Gobi Desert that was on the other side of the camp. After the desert came a large hill, and on the other side the gigantic statue of a mounted Genghis Khan could be seen in the distance.

The statue was nice and is intended to be a national attraction of sorts. They’re building everything from ger camps to a golf course in its proximity. But as it stands now, it’s just a huge statue on the steppes, which I think is petty cool.

Leaving camp the next day I could already tell I was going to miss the steppes. It was wild and untamed, which is hard to find these days, let alone in Hong Kong. Heading back into Ulaanbaatar we got caught up in an early season snowstorm. Seeing the city during a blizzard definitely had a unique appeal and I noticed some interesting things I may not have seen otherwise. From the deserted housing complexes with graffiti on the walls to the barren sidewalks, the city had a magical feeling of anarchy and isolation.

After walking around the city for a few hours, I went to the national theater to see a presentation of traditional dancing, throat singing, and a performance by the national orchestra. The show was really good; the dancing in particular was amazing. After the show ended it was time for me to head towards the train station as my time in Mongolia was coming to an end.

The train to Russia was decidedly different from its Chinese counterpart. Everyone seemed to be packed into one car, the quarters were cramped, and there was no dining car. Nothing about this train seemed relaxing or pleasant, but there was no point in complaining as I didn’t have much of a choice.

The train traveled at a slow pace throughout the night, arriving at the Mongolian side of the border at 6AM. The border guards waited until 8AM before starting the formalities and then proceeded to wake everyone to check their passports. After a few hours of this the train rode ten minutes down the track and stopped at the Russian side of the border where it would spend the day. This process required everyone to disembark from the train so the undercarriage could be changed.

There was a very small border town for travellers to explore during the train’s downtime. There wasn’t much to see or do but there was a small market, an ATM, a toilet, and one cafe. Unfortunately no one spoke English at the cafe and it was quite hard for me to make heads or tails of the menu. It would be an understatement to say that I was hungry during this leg of the trip.

When all was said and done the train had spent ten-hours at the border. A little while after we departed I watched the sun set over Siberia and then went to sleep. The next morning the conductor woke me at 6AM to inform me that Irkutsk was the next stop. Looking out the window I was able to see a beautiful sunrise over the Angara River as we pulled into the station.

Getting off of the train in Irkutsk I was met by Katja who was to transfer me to Bolshoe Goloustnoe on the shore of Lake Baikal. My first impression of Irkutsk was of its crazy traffic; let’s just say the driver’s were reckless. Compounding the problem was that half of the cars were left-hand drive (normal in Russia), but the other cars were right-hand drive (Japanese imports). For obvious reasons it’s not very safe to have the two types sharing roads.

The road to the village was a wide and well maintained dirt track, and it went through some amazing scenery. The road followed a valley with mountains on all sides showcasing their dazzling fall colours. It took about two hours to reach the lakeshore and the village. The village was small with only one paved road, and a few hundred citizens. All of the buildings were made of wood in traditional Siberian styling, and it sat directly on Lake Baikal, surrounded by forested mountains.

I had arranged to stay at a homestay in one of the local houses. It was a nice family with an older Russian woman at its head. Like almost every Russian country house there was a sauna but there was no running water in the house and the toilets were in an outhouse in the yard. It meant there would be some cold walks in the mornings, but my room was clean and comfortable.

I wasn’t too active during my first day in the village. I walked around for a bit, first to the Orthodox Church and then down to the lakefront. Looking out across the lake was a good way to spend an afternoon. Lake Baikal is the world’s oldest lake, and also its deepest. Since its inception a completely unique set of underwater marine life and fauna has evolved in the lake.

In the evening I went to the sauna, which is the traditional way to bathe in Russian country houses. After the sauna I had an enormous meal, I do believe the family matriarch had made it her mission to add some meat to my bones as all of the meals I was to have during my stay would be of similarly large proportions.

The next day after breakfast I decided to hike to the top of a nearby hill to get a view of the village and surrounding countryside. It seemed a lot easier in the warmth of the house than it actually turned out to be. I underestimated the cold and the wind became quite strong once I started to climb out from the shelter of the village. The hill was also very steep, and it wasn’t an easy going. However I managed to persevere and once at the top of the hill I rested for a while taking in the view. I could see the village in its entirety, the Orthodox Church, and all the way across the lake to the snowcapped mountains on the other side.

After walking back down to the village, I along with Katja and a few others went cycling through the village and to the edge of town. There we stowed the bicycles and went walking for about a mile or so down along the lake. The scenery was much like it had been on the drive in, fall colours, rolling hills, mountain backdrops. After finding a nice spot on the hillside not too far from the lake we had a picnic with some traditional Russian food. You have to admire a people who mix mashed potatoes with bread. I don’t think there’s much of a market for low-carb diets here.

There wasn’t much to do after the picnic so I had another lazy night, spending most of my time reading and occasionally venturing out into the cold to use the outhouse. The stars were amazing here as well, maybe not quite up to the Mongolian standards but inspiring nonetheless.

The next morning I awoke early and was driven back to Irkutsk at around 8AM. The plan for my last day in Russia was that I would leave my bags at a centrally located hotel in Irkutsk, walk around the city for six hours or so, and then the driver would take me to the airport for my flight to Beijing. As much as I would have ‘loved’ to continue overland for three-days (3200 miles) to Moscow, my schedule was tight and I’ve already had the pleasure of visiting Moscow.

It was a brisk zero-degree (C) day outside, but it was sunny and felt a lot warmer than the temperature indicated. At first I wasn’t sure whether I would find enough things to see in Irkutsk to satisfy my six-hours of free time. But armed with a map and my camera I decided to see why exactly they called this city the ‘Paris of Siberia’.

My first stop was the Ephinany Cathedral located near the river, not too far from the hotel. There were a few churches near the cathedral, they were attractive and built in the typical Eastern Orthodox style. Afterwards I went down to the river where I saw some amazing views of the city sprawled out on the other side along with some more fall colours.

I checked out the river for a bit before walking back down through the city and to the main thoroughfare of the city center. Walking along that street for a while I mostly just people watched and took notice of the architecture. The majority of the city is built from concrete and stone, but at one time the buildings in the city were entirely wooden. However a series of fires in the 19th century decimated those buildings and now they only make up ten-percent of the city center’s buildings. But I was able to find quite a few streets where the buildings were still primarily wooden.

After a while I came across the city’s high-street (shopping street) where I sat down at a cafe and had a drink. I people watched here for a little while, and then made a beeline across the city center past a huge statue of Lenin and to another part of the river.

On this side of the river there was a nice promenade for walking, and a few vendors selling snacks. I walked down the entirety of the promenade, checking out the splendid views. Directly across the river was the central rail station where just a few days earlier I had arrived on the Trans-Siberian.

I walked through the city for about 4.5 hours before I headed back to the hotel where I had lunch in a neighbouring restaurant. Soon afterwards the driver came to pick me up and I was off to the airport. The airport was unlike many I had ever seen, it was in the middle of the city, and didn’t look like an airport at all. The exterior first appeared like that of a government building or a museum. But hey I guess in the USSR it was a government building.

My flight back to Beijing was uneventful other than my surprise at the contemptuous service on Hainan Air. As my flight arrived to Beijing late that evening I had arranged to spend the night at an airport hotel. Early the next morning I flew back to Hong Kong and so came to an end my trip through Mongolia and Siberia.

 - Dakota Smith
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- Dakota Smith
Travelers Digest

Date of stay: August 2009
Cleanliness: 3/5
Facilities: 3/5
Service: 4/5
Location: 4/5
Pricing: 5/5
Rooms: 3/5
Would you recommend this hotel to a friend: Yes

So for those of you planning on visiting China and wishing to have unfiltered access to the internet (I needs me my Facebook), I suggest you download a proxy program before your arrival in China.

(i) Mount KilimanjaroNational Park: The highest mountain in Africa 5895m/19340ft, with its peak covered with snow throughout the year. It is a volcanic mountain and easier mountain for normal people (without technical expert) can climb successful. There are six routes named Marangu, Rongai, Machame, Shira, Umbwe, Londrosi/Lemosho. You can climb through one of the routes to the Summit.

(ii) Serengeti National Park, with the Great Wildebeest Migration, Kopjes (where cats hide there), Great Rivers like Grumeti (where crocodiles survive), and large plain.

(iii) Ngorongoro Conservation Area (Ngorongoro Crater). – NCA: NCA is often called ‘African Eden’ and the ‘Eight Wonder of the Natural World’, Man and Biosphere Reserve.

(iv) Zanzibar spice Island (Unguja and Pemba).

(v) Selous Game Reserve.

There are more details on selected Most Top Tourist destinations, go on reading.

(b) Adventure Activities to be done in Tanzania.
-Safaris, wildlife safaris. This is a tour to National parks and Game reserves to view wild animals, plants and geographical features like Rivers, Lakes and so on.
-Climbing, trekking, and mountaineering. Mountains Kilimanjaro, Meru and Oldonyo Lengai
-Walking Safaris, birdwatching and ecotourism. Nature lovers would like also to go deep to come close to nature.
-Night game drives safaris, canoeing safaris. This is another optional safari in Tanzania.
-Beach holidays. Tour to areas with beach for swimming,snorkeling, scuba diving, dolphin tour, fishing and water sports. Zanzibar island, Mafia island, Dare salaam and Pangani Tanga coasts. Also Lake Victoria coast.
-Cultural Tourism: to learn their custom and tradition and interfere with local people. Example Maasai in Ngorongoro Crater and Chagga near Mount Kilimanjaro.
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(c) Helpful travel Tips and information about Tanzania.

Currently many people from abroad/overseas are seeking information about Tanzania.

How to get in to Tanzania; Several major Airlines get into Tanzania;KLM (Royal Dutch Airlines)Condor Airlines and Ethiopian Airways get into lands at Kilimanjaro International Airport (KIA/JRO) and Dar es salaam International Airport (DIA) daily.British Airways and Swiss Airlines lands at DIA at least twice a week.

Other Airlines are South African Airlines (SAA), Emirates, YEMENAIR, Oman Air, Qatar Airways, and Kenya Airways.

Immigration: An onward ticket and sufficient funds are required when entering Tanzania. Visas required by all visitors except citizens of the Commonwealth, Scandinavian countries and the Republic of Ireland. It is very easy to get a visa at any Tanzanian embassy abroad. The visa fee depends on the type of passport held. A visitor’s pass is required for all travelers. This can be obtained free from any Tanzanian diplomatic mission or point of entry. It is advisable to get one before you leave home.

Health: A yellow fever vaccination certificate is essential if arriving from yellow fever infected areas. Anti-malaria tablets are recommended.

Take prescribed drugs a few days prior to arrival, during your stay, and for a short period after returning. Boil or sterilize drinking water and milk. Cook or peel vegetables. Private health insurance is recommended.

Currency; There is no restriction on the importation of foreign currency. Foreign currency can be changed at the bureau de change which offer better rate than the banks. Insurance; you are strongly advised to have your own insurance cover to cover baggage, personal accident and medical expenses.

Tipping; Tipping is not obligatory. Tipping is at the discretion of the visitor and the following should only be used a guideline.

Porterage: US $ 1.00 per bag.

Dining Room Staff: US $ 1.00 per person.

Driver Guide; US $ 15.00 per day.

Mountain climb Guide; US $ 15.00 per day.
For outstanding personal service, you may decide to give a higher tip.

Helpful travel tips;

Tanzanians are generally very friendly people. They would like you enjoy your stay in this country therefore

:i- Don’t change money in the streets even if you are given a good rate as you might be cheated. Go to bureau change.

ii- Don’t go to too cheaper Tour Operator the services might be too disappointing or vehicles used can broke in the middle of safari, or poor accommodation or any mishap pens like any cheating. Just try to compare prices, and choose, accept the standard prices.

iii- Always ride in registered taxis

.iv- Don’t take fastest buses.

v- Never walk unaccompanied at night in poorly –lit streets or along deserted streets.

vi- When shopping in streets bazaars, always bargain. However some prices e.g in restaurants are fixed and you might be mistaken for miser if you start bargaining.

vii- Always choose a guest house or lodge that has a working telephone.

- Dakota Smith
Travelers Digest

Date of stay: July 2009
Cleanliness: 5/5
Facilities: 4/5
Service: 3/5
Location: 5/5
Pricing: 4/5
Rooms: 3/5
Would you recommend this hotel to a friend: Yes

However the rooms were very modern and clean. And the hotel offered a free shuttle bus to the airport. When all is taken into account, it’s a mixed bag.

- Dakota Smith
Travelers Digest

Date of stay: September 2009
Cleanliness: 3/5
Facilities: 3/5
Service: 2/5
Location: 2/5
Pricing: 3/5
Rooms: 5/5
Would you recommend this hotel to a friend: No

The Trans-Siberian journey can be taken many ways, I personally would recommend taking the trans-Mongolian route from Moscow to Beijing. You’ll get to see most of the highlights of the Russian trip including Lake Baikal and Irkutsk, but you’ll also get to enjoy the isolation of Mongolia and finish your journey in the orient. The trip takes about one week and transverses over 7,000 km.

Read about my personal experiences on the Trans Siberian.