Magic in Mongolia
Migration on a bullock cart, herding calves for milking, riding horses for hours over vast, rolling Mongolian grass plains (and we don't mean trotting around in a fixed circuit with twenty other tourists), picking Boggie (the little Mongolian boy in the family we lived with) out of every heap of cow dung he could find to jump into, and even a magic ger. Thank you Krystal for the wonderful trip last October and we are so grateful we reached out to Blue Sky for a dramatic, real, life-changing (insert other hyperbolic adjectives) experience - we are looking forward to Bhutan (I saw the wild hemp growing on the sides of the roads) and Peru!