A Friend to All the Camels in Mongolia

“People ask me: ‘What’s like then, Mongolia?’” said The Captain, in his best Ray Winston voice “And I’ll say, ‘It’s cold. Cold. Oh, it’s fucking cold. Too cold? Not for me, I love it.’”

Mongolian Scrubland

We’d left Ulaan Baator three days earlier. We’d been spending around eight hours a […]