Unfortunately, we hadn't planned on the party of Italians also staying at the camp. They promenaded among the gers until past midnight, smoking and chattering, and calling "ciao" across half the camp to people they wouldn't see again for at least eight hours. One grande dame held court just behind my ger, about six feet from my sleepy head. On the bright side, I only had to listen to her for one night (and the early part of the morning) — her poor husband has a longer sentence — but after listening to calls of "ciao" for half the night I was too tired to get up as early as I'd wanted. I confess I did think of being really noisy just outside her ger, but decided that two rudenesses didn't make a politeness, so I just got moving as soon as I could.