So for some unintelligible reason, in this wonderland of a country, I can update the blog but not access its actual website. Mongolia's only blemish, it seems. Thus each post's format and layout may be a little wonky and wayward, like ill-uniformed font and size and such. Alas, I have no way of checking to see if it is so, not until I'm entrenched in the bustle of Beijing in two weeks time. Until then, perhaps you could pretend it's all shonky because I'm writing while drunk, bladder full of the deadly Chinggis Khan, chosen vodka of real men. Though maybe in pretending so, you wouldn't be far from the truth.

A friend I've made here in Mongolia is an American named Parker, who says he's a novice at pool but is a very bad liar. I find it very hard to sink a single ball against him. He maintains a website documenting his travels which is a lot better than mine - www.parkersnyder.com, and perhaps, on a miserable stormy night while barricaded inside with the internet, you could check that out. He's working on a manuscript, too. That'll probably be worth reading if and when it's published. So keep your eyes peeled, and three cheers for Parker:

1, 2, 3!