Sunrise over Arkhangai Province, Mongolia

Sunrise over Arkhangai Province, Mongolia

Dear Reader,

Well, it happened again. A double fizzle-out of our Palm Pilots left us “off the air” during what had to be one of our most exciting adventures yet – a three week, 300+ kilometer horse trek across central Mongolia’s rugged Arkhangai province.

Along the way we traversed open grassland and high mountain passes, barren wastes and frothing rivers. We were treated to warm Mongolian hospitality in remote traditional gers and went days without seeing people at all. We ate mutton stew, roasted giant, freshly-caught trout over the embers of a crackling fire, pounded dried yak meat with stones and consumed more dairy products than can possibly be healthy for a human. The sun cooked us, the rain soaked us and the snow froze us. We were kicked, thrown, bitten and infected. And none of that in a good way.

We had one hell of a good time and resolved never to tell our mothers half of what happened to us. But that wouldn’t make very good reading would it?

So, sit back, put on your favourite country music playlist and read on. Mongolia is the real deal. A place where horse power is still, literally, horse power. A place where you can talk about the big stud you rode yesterday and no one will raise an eyebrow at your expense. A place where The Black Stallion is not a children’s classic but is outside grazing on your front lawn. In essence, Mongolia is the last refuge of the true cowboy.

I fit in here about as well as Ghengis Kahn on a badminton court.  But damn it I tried.

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