Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

sobota, července 3

Par 11,880

It would be a grave disservice to this blog, given its theme, if I neglected to plug Golf Mongolia, a chronicle of one man's bizarre desire to hit a golf ball (or several hundred of them) across 2.3 million yards of Mongolian landscape. Undoubtedly it's one way to experience the country, though you have to worry about the precedent André Tolmé is setting. Do we really want to encourage this sort of thing?

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