By Sand, Wind and Mare's Milk
October 15th 2009 A seven kilometer stretch of no man's land separated us from Mongolia. No man's land indeed for only fuel powered engine were allowed through - no walking, no cycling. We loaded our bikes onto an already packed jeep and scrambled in, me in a gentleman's lap, Cedric hanging on the door while steadying an inch of his butt on the tiny dashboard. The jeep was filled to capacity with boxes that held el
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