Welcome to life on the steppes! Post-Soviet comrade(rie): mini-malls, dumpling shops, insane traffic and decaying cement blocks of socialist living otherwise known as; 'we live, eat, and work as one, unless we make the laws and then those laws don't apply'. Perestroika! Democracy in sub-zero temps, mutton, fur hats, fur coats, frozen nose hairs, mutton, Louis Vuitton and pickpockets and the warmest people you will meet. And that's just in the big, bad city of Ulaanbaatar. Did I mention mutton?
1.23.2010
Hey Cowboy, what's cookin?
Patrick's wishes came true and he got to ride a Mongolian horse for the first time last weekend. For $1.50 he got to ride for 5 minutes as the locals looked on with great interest.
We learned a new Mongolian word, 'chu'! which means go! go! wasn't very effective as the horse seemed disillusioned with the pony show. In any case, more pictures of Patrick horseback riding are not far off.
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If the horse gets tired you can always carry it on your shoulders!
ReplyDeleteWhat's she saying?
ReplyDeleteH... hair... hairbrush... headrest...
Jesus, where did you learn your Russian? JCPenney?