The spray of blood from fighting pit bulls. Doves flying around the golden statue. The scream of goats being combed. The buttery taste of roasted fat. The dry leathery hands of the shaman I met on the street. The taste of fresh blood sausage. The jolt of a horse stumbling in a marmot hole. The way […]
Monthly Archives: June 2011
I left Mongolia and arrived to the USA with 12 hours of jet lag and a lot of Mongolian stuff. I immediately left to go kayaking on Chewonki Trip Leader Training. Where I was reintroduced to what it means to be American. We also did some kayaking. This will likely turn into a blog about […]
During the Independent Study Project period I kind of stopped writing this because I was busy researching, writing, or worrying like hell. So I never really talked about all the stuff I learned about Mongolian wrestling. Since I wrote about thirty pages on the subject, I’m not going to say everything but here’s the many […]
We learned to put up our own ger for the final excursion. Someone decided that we could figure it out on our own, so it took about two hours longer than it would if we knew what we were doing. It seems you rig up the lattice around the sids first. Then you hold up […]
This is another popular song in Mongolia. The title and refrain literally mean, “Hello Mother.”
Look to Windward 