After a month in Mongolia, certain things seem normal: walking into pitch-dark restaurants through unlabeled doors; the complete lack of privacy in a place where people sleep in communal tents and the “bathrooms” don’t have walls; sun bleached bones scattered across the ground in every direction; sleeping on wooden boards … Continue Reading →

In fairness, though the West has a more dramatic beauty, Central Mongolia had its own charms (despite the travel inconveniences). I’ll save the stories; for now, enjoy this slideshow as an interlude between our long form tales of life out west.

We needed to get to Olgii, the next province to the north, and our available information said “8-12 hours, depending on the number of breakdowns, in a Russian Jeep packed with a dozen people.  Although this is one of the more scenic drives in the country, the Jeeps typically leave … Continue Reading →