Weeks before I left, I scoured online resources, trying to find out what vegetarians eat in Mongolia. I contacted other bloggers who had visited, only to find...

Three hours into our eight-hour ride, Bulgaa, the saint of all translators had cajoled the vanload of us to sing horse-inspired karaoke. She managed to...

Before I left to traipse across the Eurasian steppe, my bigger task was figuring out how the heck to prepare for a trip to Mongolia. I had to pack for the...