The next couple of days were tough. Adjusting to the way of life. The language barrier made everything difficult. Our ger was a round frame covered in material that didn't quite reach the ground, it had a grass floor with a couple of rugs as our bed there was a small table and a fire in the middle. The toilet that everyone shared was a whole in the ground with a few logs about 3 feet high around 3 sides that faced the gers with the front left open, it had an amazing view but there was never any privacy if you didn't have people trying to talk to you while you went, a sheep or a cow would come over to see what was going on. There was no electricity, and the stream was used for washing and drinking. It rained the second day and we spent most of our time inside playing card games with the kids who were hilarious, they played like dealers in a casino and laughed every time we tried to awkwardly shuffle the cards. We tryed to teach each other our language but they just kept making us say stuff then falling around laughing, when an older girl heard She told them off so they were obviously teaching us all the wrong words, still they would come in handy for the bus trip home. They involved us in everything they did and often followed us around, they would be the first people we saw when we woke up and the last when we went to bed. We knew it was going to be tough but this was much tougher. Steve was really having a bad time and made it clear that he would rather be somewhere with comfort, wifi, and Facebook. When we went to bed the night it had rained all day he asked what on earth we where going to do for the rest of the week as we didn't even have books to read. I really liked just being here and being part of there lives i thought just waking up in such an inspiring place was amazing but I was feeling bad for bringing Steve as I had organised it. Maybe this was one step too far.