Me and Scotty in Tsetserleg.
Scott's lunch: horshor and salty milk tea.
You can wash your hands right in the restaurant dining room.
The outdoor market.
Makings for a new Ger.
"Oh, I just love your hat."
"Yours is fabulous as well. Where did you get it?"
"Second alley on the left, in the rusted blue container. Between the horse heads and the 20 pound bags of flour."
A good place for a couch.
Rope them doggies.
The fabulous, fantasy, Mongolian riding boots.
Another meal at the Fairfield Cafe. The only raw food in town.
The site of our lamb sacrafice.
Sudden downpour in downtown Tsetserleg.
Stuck at a cafe, we amuse ourselves by taking pictures of the staff.
Yes, I know it's blurry.
Kid on the bus to Ulaanbaatar. Grandchild of the driver. This kid had fun throwing all the trash out the window. 2 points for him! 0 points for the environment.
Mongols disguise their boys as girls to protect them against evil spirits.
Sukhbaatar Square in Ulaanbaatar.
Nice shot Scotty.
Scott takes in the poster for the upcoming Naadam celebration. Local has nicely stopped so she won't disturb the shot.
Me and local kid.
Naadam horse butts.
Genghis Khan warriors.
Tickets have been grossly over-sold. Police close the gates before the festivities begin. Crowds try to force their way in. I just love mobs.
With the stands completely full, Scott and I wander around on the field.
Scott has mugged one of these kids. He's actually in the 3rd row, 2nd from the right.
Opps! There he is...wearing a bull costume.
Cool Mongol warriors.
Horse trick rider.
A big giant Ger on wheels.
Man and publicist.
Which one of these people is in my $30 seat!
More horse butts.
I have no idea what those things are supposed to be.
Colorfully dressed people circle the entire field.