One morning early in 2012, I set out from Tiananmen Square in Central Beijing in a £5 pair of shoes and with a very lightweight backpack. Six weeks and almost 1,000 miles later, I limped into Sukhbaatar Square in Mongolia's Capital, Ulaan Baatar. I had survived snow, sandstorms, desert heat, getting lost, dehydration and a minor brawl in a Chinese karaoke bar. I had also experienced peace, space, serenity, loneliness and kind hospitality in both China and Mongolia. This remains my most simple and one of my favourite adventures.