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.

pondělí, září 20

Department of the obvious

Yesterday as my parents and I walked back to their hotel after I gave them a short walking tour of the campus, we were stopped by a woman asking where there was a Starbucks.

Point of clarification: this occurred in Seattle. If there's one place in the world where I could spin myself wildly and blindly point in any direction and still be indicating the location of a Starbucks, this would have to be it.

Needless to say, we three were all a bit flabbergasted.

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