Truth be told, I’ve never hitch-hiked in my life. Until now in South America (sorry mum!). Like most children from a young age, my sisters and I were drilled with the ‘never get into cars with strangers’ spiel. 1,017 more words
During the horseride from from Tsetserleg to Bayankhongor, most nights we camped near family gers and often friends of Shijray.
Once the tents were set up the children would often visit with milk jugs containing milk, yoghurt or dried cheeses, and sometimes delicious fried bread. 180 more words