Life in the ger tent

Lying in bed, reading a book by the fire; this is the right way to live. This place is magical...







Wild horses outside our ger. We watched a guy slowly and expertly break one of them in. They are feisty. Nic is just cold, not needing the toilet...


Since it is snowing and I didn't pack any warm clothes, I had to get inventive with what I had here in the national park. Cutting the feet out of a pair of socks makes for great tubular arm-warmers. Cutting five holes in each of a pair of other socks resulted in some Michael Jackson-esque fingerless gloves. It is all the rage in Mongolia; trust me...