Our visit to the capital Ulaanbaatar, just happened to coincide with a visit from the Dalai Lama at a local Buddhist temple.
While we were there, Mongolia was celebrating the 500th anniversary of the founding of Genghis Khan's Mongolian empire.
This was a game the locals played, which I didn't completely understand. Something about having to make up rhymes to a song that matched the number of fingers displayed. Looked like fun!
Milking the mare. The milk was then fermented in an open bucket, to make a potent alcoholic drink. An acquired taste!
Left to right along the back, Jack Huang, Jane and Allen Grossman, Leslie Howell, Me, Dick Cooley. Jane Hart in front. Missing from the photo is Elena Engel and Andy Konigsberg. Photo by Paul Hart.
This seemed to be the way the local telephone poles were put together. To avoid frost damage, I guess.
If a horse had been a particularly good companion, when it died a local might put its skull in this venerated, and beautiful, spot by The Flaming Cliffs.
This is Mr. Bimba, a remarkably innovative local entrepreneur. He was able to grow these beautiful squashes out in the cold Mongolian desert.
A very innovative greenhouse, using a local indigenous material they had in abundance: vodka bottles! In season, it's covered with plastic.
The Three Camel Lodge — easily our most luxurious accommodations. Beautiful place.
I loved the cheeks on this kid! About a millisecond after I took this picture the mother whipped around — I had to apologize profusely. But, I kept the picture.