We going straight to the Wild Wild... Mongolia

I ate lunch sitting across from the American ambassador, who was very laid back. Wild/semi-tamed cows roam the streets, enter yards, and are driven out. I watched them get up to the door of the Police Station. I’m definitely in Mongolia. All roads are dirt. Yards have cow and horse skulls, Wild West-style. They are shamanistically significant. Hiked way out to a tall mountaintop with a sizeable group, drank in the far horizons and endless, perfectly blue sky.