Yesterday I discovered where the Mongolians are camped out in a sub-complex near Eggars. Today I invited myself over for a look-see. After some embarrassing moments where I was trying to explain to the Mongolian guards why this Yankee wanted to enter their premises, they finally understood my intentions. Who said speaking loudly and adding a vowel to each word didn't work?
The yurt in the middle of the Mongolian Compound.
Entering the yurt. A portrait of Genghis Khan is the centerpiece.
Another view inside the yurt.
I have a hard time imagining Genghis Khan in this little saddle. I also doubt it would fit Denver, my mule. I know it wouldn't fit my ass.
I was told was this instrument was but there were too many consonants for me to comprehend. It didn't sound very good anyway.
R&R -- playing that hateful, Chinese game.
Anyway, I had a nice visit with the Mongolians. I'd really like to visit them again when they're serving up some native cuisine. I have no idea what that would be, but I'm game anyways.