By The Fire
The shaman moved so fast around the fire that the ribbons on the robe were just a blur. Sparks flew everywhere, and nobody in the group said a word the whole time. Goosebumps. Everywhere.
From:Christopher M
Date:2026-07-12
Stocking up from Mongolia
Watched two guys pitchfork hay onto a truck bed for twenty minutes straight while the cows just stood there waiting for breakfast. Winter's coming and everyone out here is already getting ready for it. Having the time of my life...
From:Tony B
Date:2025-09-08
Karakorum, Mongolia
Karakorum was once the heart of the Mongol Empire, where envoys from Europe, Persia, and China crossed paths. Trade routes met here, ideas traveled fast, and power was portable. When the capital moved, the city faded, but the land still remembers.
From:Wong S
Date:2025-08-24
The Water Run
These two ride out with the yak and an old barrel to fetch water, like it's just another Tuesday. The kid on top of the barrel would not stop grinning at us. We're going to have lunch with the family here and head for Lake Khuvsgul.
From:Mikayla J
Date:2025-08-11
Written in Stone
Long before there were roads through this stretch of the Gobi, someone knelt at this rock and carved what they saw: an ibex with horns swept back, a running animal, a hunter drawing a bow. Mongolia's petroglyphs stretch back thousands of years, left by herders and hunters who read this same rugged, empty land we're driving through now. No museum case, no glass, just weather and time working on the same stone the artist touched. Signal's terrible out here, more when I find a bar.
From:Mike D
Date:2024-10-21
Greetings from the Altai
In Bayan Ölgii, Kazakh eagle hunters known as berkutchi raise golden eagles from chicks, spending years building the trust needed for a bird to return to the glove after every flight. The partnership can last a decade or more before some hunters release their eagle back into the mountains, letting it live out its life wild. Watching one launch from a cliff edge over the valley, wings catching the wind before the dive, is the closest thing to seeing centuries of tradition in motion. Wish you were here.
From:Arthur L
Date:2024-10-14