Today in Mongolia I rode my horse the all over the steppe, galloping across the grass to ends of the earth.
In the evening, several UB expat residents and their kids came to the camp for the weekend. It was a birthday party and we bought a goat from the herder for dinner. This goat was trussed spread eagle on some re-bar and leaned over an open fire to roast.
I thought it would taste like a more gamey lamb but it was not gamey at all and had its own unique flavor. It was a bit tough, but pretty delicious.
That night the stars were out in serious multitudes. But the glow of the City could still be seen behind the hills to the west.
In the evening, several UB expat residents and their kids came to the camp for the weekend. It was a birthday party and we bought a goat from the herder for dinner. This goat was trussed spread eagle on some re-bar and leaned over an open fire to roast.
I thought it would taste like a more gamey lamb but it was not gamey at all and had its own unique flavor. It was a bit tough, but pretty delicious.
That night the stars were out in serious multitudes. But the glow of the City could still be seen behind the hills to the west.
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