Our flight out to Western Mongolia (and the tri-corner border with China and Russia, just short of Kazakhstan) leaves in a few hours, so I’ve run out of time to post a real description of all our experiences over the last couple weeks: singing sand dunes, camel milk, horse cheese, … Continue Reading →

Your impression of some cities depends on the time of year you are there (winter in Chicago).  In others, it’s the time of day (Nairobi after dark? I’d prefer werewolves).  Ulaan Baatar (as with all Mongolian words, the last vowel is silent, despite the Soviet etymology of “Red Hero”) is … Continue Reading →

So you don’t want to be packed in like a sardine on a public bus, with a vomiting local child on one knee and a drunk old man’s head on the other?  Charter yourself a private vehicle and travel in style (Mongolian style, that is). But you’ll want to know … Continue Reading →