Well, let's see if this works better today.
So, after an easy start, we headed off-road, sometimes on various ruts but often just lurching across the grasslands, fording rivers, and making our own way. We had an anthropoligist in the lead van who had spent most of his life secretly studying Chingis Khan-- the subject was taboo during the Soviet era, a possible nationalist rallying point that was forbidden. He navigated sort of like sailors of old-- just knowing the mountains and terrain, sometimes a familiar ger.
The vans too had a life of there own: Chingis, the lead van; Jamuga, the life-long friend turned traitor (who now and then tried to pass the lead

For food we did the traditional thing: drop in unannounced at whatever ger (yurt) happened to be nearby-- in such a sparsley populated land unexpected callers both needed to taken care of and provided a bit of entertainment. Of course, with such a large crew we would usually ask at
They live far away from everything-- no cars, electric, nada. Some gers have vehicles, solar panels and satellite dishes, but most have none.
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