Mongolia. Mongolia was amazing. What is there to say? It was otherworldly and beautiful and wild and bizarre. The people made the toughest Beijingers look like pansies who spend their whole day catering to tourists, and yet we forgave them because it was all wonderful and the air was fresh and the sky was blue and hills were beautiful and we washed it all down with vodka (the Soviet influence).
We saw the sights, sort of--we hiked over the next hill from our ger camp to see the Turtle Rock, here with a local's ger in the foreground:
We rode horses! I hate horses! James made me do it!
The landscape was amazing, here with a view of our ger camp:
And I felt pretty badass up on this rock:
Yeah, it was a pretty awesome Labor Day weekend, only a two-hour flight (followed by a two-hour car ride) from Beijing.