Early up and go, I'm on the road at 7am. It's 100km to the next city and arrive there at lunch time after some early pace setting.
 
What a great little city... on arriving and not knowing where to go except the name of the street to go to find hotels etc (thanks must go Matty bugger, for his research and explanatory sms) I venture to ask a taxi driver chilling and chatting on his phone. The great guy proceeded to show me the way by driving next to me the whole way to the hotel street and then going into 3 hotels with me to find the best deal. Afterwards set out for lunch, a laundry, bike shop etc. An efficient day. At night time instruct a taxi driver to take me to the best 'local flavor' restaurant he knows. I wasn't sure what I was in for, and it's hard to explain what happened to me in the restaurant, but needless to say i went in there with a steady level head and came out, dizzy, disorientated, and trying to figure out what just transgressed. Basically walked in there, was bombarded by the restaurant owner into a 4 seater table, he told me what I was to eat, brought me butter tea, greens, and a large cup of 'mongol jiu' (same as bai jiu but evidently stronger). Made me drink the intoxicating drink with him. Poured me another one and the same again. My protests weren't being heard. Get given a plate full of lamb (I reckon every part of a lamb you could ever imagine) which was the best meal of the trip so far. People were starting to flood in now and I was thrust from my seat to a different table by the jovial owner and then forced to gulp down 3 further cups of mongol jiu. Gagging after drinking each one. Questions were flying around about what I was doing, more mongol jiu, more taps on the shoulder and questions and I got the hell out of there. I wonder how the owner copes as after my 6 cups of jiu the owner had easily double and who knows how many before that...
 
What to do now?? Yes, a massage.