Next, we trekked to a ger camp for lunch. The beef, salad, rice, and fries were hands down the best food we have had yet - a delectable symphony of flavors, each note playing softly on all the right taste buds. The classic milk tea accompanied the meal, and tasted like warm milk with a sprinkling of extra salty sweat (the Ke$ha to the Yo-Yo Ma of the rest of lunch).
Chowing down was followed by horseback riding. My horse, which I named Alejandro, was mostly compliant... except when he and my full stomach disagreed over the prudence of trotting. The view of Mongolia from atop the horse made me wonder - how could one country, so overlooked by most travelers, be so utterly gorgeous.
The One-Hundred Monk Cave was our last stop before the Kazakh family, with whom we would spend the night. While there, the van broke down and we waited as our driver fixed it - more time to take in the sights was perfectly fine with us.
The Kazakh family was a highlight for sure. We were greeted by fresh bread, fried bread, homemade butter, sugar, and tea. This bread was the best I've ever had - soft on the inside, perfectly hard on the out. We went up the surrounding mountain before dinner, and were greeted by the most picturesque views thus far. I listened to Buddhist music as I soaked up my surroundings.
Our guide and driver are so great. The guide is extremely knowledgeable and the driver is hilarious. He has one of those faces that exudes happiness and his playful and goofy nature is incredibly entertaining. His menacing laugh is imprinted in my memory forever.
PS - I've got a pocket full of money
And pocket full of keys that have no bounds