Helicopter Evac – Way to Go!
Morning dawns and both Zac and I are quite childishly excited about the prospect of a helicopter evac. You see, neither of us have actually...
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Our First Encounter with Healthcare in Mongolia
The jeep rolls up the hill, and the doctor emerges, with a metal box of tricks. She’s a slight, friendly woman in her 30s: I...
The Doctor is Called
Like all good travelling families headed to remote parts of developing countries, Zac and I are packing a medical kit stuffed to the gunnels with...
Disaster Strikes
We know it’s going to be a brutal ride out from the reindeer people – six full days, seven hours a day, riding fast as...
Charon the Ferryman and Tsagaannuur
In news from the department of the bleeding obvious, drinking horse dung juice, even mixed with vodka, has not improved Maahar’s tummy. He heads back...
Way to Treat a Stomach Bug, Dude
The ger we are visiting belongs to Baatar’s sister, and a second sister is visiting. As is a young man so drunk his eyes are...
The One Where I Almost Get a Shower
I am more than a little discombobulated when a bunch of other tourists show up at the best ger ever, and make camp. Despite the...
Crossing the Pass — and Mongolian Horses
The mountains that divide Khovsgol Nuur from the Darkhad Depression aren’t terribly mountainous. They’re misty, sure, and a little forbidding, but rather rounded compared to...
The Beauty of Tibet on Horseback
The mountains outside Songpan, where northern China gives way to old Tibet, are some of the most beautiful we’ve visited. Alpine meadows give onto vistas...
Camping in a Winter Wonderland
I watch in mounting horror as Martin heads off into the mountains, leaving our tent flaccid on the ground, and Z endeavours to start a...