By the time we made our way back, it was already dusk. Along the way were large crevices in the ground and we had to be careful so that the horses dun get sucidal. It was a sprint back and when the horses saw their stables, they neigh in relieve.
Though I had a very bad abrasion on my butt from my skinny horsee, it was truely a memorable experience.
Dinner was accompanied by song and dance around the fire, served before a potent Mongolian wine.
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