The Gamey Smell When you think of Mongolia, the first food that comes to mind is, naturally, lamb. After endless off-roading, we finally arrived at our first restaurant. Hearts full of anticipation, we waited for our Mongolian lamb dumplings. Daeho and I prided ourselves on our iron stomachs, bragging

Whether it was moisture rising from the grass or the lack of water to hold daytime heat, the air—warm just minutes ago—plunged the second the sun sank below the horizon. A biting chill, unique to the Mongolian night. Gasps of Wonder For days, we rattled across roadless terrain